I happened to make it out to the ballpark tonight, and thought I'd mention my few favorite things from the evening:
1a. Our jokes on the way to the ballpark, and through the first seven innings, centered around the fact that no matter what took place through the first seven, our pen would figure out a way to blow the game in the 8th inning. You can't even be disappointed or upset when you know it's coming.
1b. The fact that myself, my companions, and the fan population of the nearby rows of our section placed bets on the result of each of Byrnes' AB's prior to their completion, with the only two results people bet on being strikeouts and infield flies. I found this hilarious because it's absolutely precise. He's that predictable. And to pat myself on the back, I went 3 for 3 (strikeout, infield fly, infield fly) in his first three appearances of the evening, but failed when I wagered on a pulled hammy in his fourth AB. I also unsuccessfully wagered on a Byrnes Flip-throw (TM), although I don't remember the inning. Someone had to mix it up, why not me.
2. We were sitting in the first row down the right field line and had a close-up look at J-Up all night. He could not be more sick of this team making errors. It's actually rather comical to watch him cock his head to the side as if to say "Seriously? Again?" Also, Upton's new past-time is a nice little number in which he spits a sunflower seed out of his mouth and then slaps it out of the air without looking. It's uncanny. Highly amusing.
3. Man on jumbotron munching cotton candy like it's his job, oblivious to the fact that the entire ballpark is watching him run train on a giant blob of sugar.
4. The roof and panels were open, as they should always be.
5. The Giants' bullpen arms (all 29 of them) emptying out of the pen to meet their teammates on the infield postgame. Two of them had their gloves on rather than carrying them, to which I yelled "What the hell do you need that on for? You aren't playing today," which was promptly greeted by both fine gentlemen removing their gloves. Followed by my brother telling Randy "You're the only arm worth a damn amongst all 29," which was greeted with a large Unit smirk (and multiple other turned-down heads). Good stuff.
Side note/question - Frank Caliendo still has a career now that Madden and Bush are both gone? The f? How sad have things become with this organization? Oh wait, don't answer that.