The fancy new high-definition scoreboard at Mays Field is pretty, even in broad daylight. Sure, it took more than seven seasons to finally get both lineups posted, but you take what you can get.
Not only are the lineups visible, what each batter does during the inning is recorded, which is a boon for those weak-bladdered scorers in the stands. Nothing is perfect, however. When Kevin Kouzmanoff struck out in the eighth, the scoreboard operator missed it and gave fans a giggle.
We got a calendar, too! Just this week I was musing over when the posed shot gave way to the action shot on baseball cards. Sure, most of the poses were hokey, but you got a great look at a player's face and there was at least a hint of personality. Like magic, this year's calendar riffs on those old cards, putting today's Giants in the ridiculous poses of yesteryear, alongside actual cards of former Giants all-stars. My favorite is Bengie Molina "catching a pop-up."
So I was living in Phoenix in 1987. True story. The Firebirds were the Giants AAA club, and I spent a few nights at Phoenix Muni drinking $2 beers the size of my head. True story. At one of those games they handed out cheap baseball cards featuring the Firebirds. I kept these, if only to amuse myself every so often by pulling out the Terry Mulholland card.
Clearly, some overworked and underpaid photographer got shipped to the desert, armed only with a list of names and a casual knowledge of minor league baseball. Besides the Mulholland card, there's a left-handed "Matt Williams" and an elderly looking "Atlee Hammaker." (These guys could actually be who the cards say they are; it has been 20 years -- ouch! -- and I'm not all that good with faces.) Almost all the pitchers have bats in their hands, and the batters take stances with ridiculous crouches. Steve Miller is almost kneeling and is choked up to the label.



Not pictured, but in the collection (spelled as on the card): Mackey Sasser, Cliff Shidawara (trainer), John Verducci, Joe Price, Jessie Reid, Alan Cockrell, Randy Kutcher, Larry Hardy (coach), Mike Woodard, Kevin Burrell, Jon Perlman, Jeff Brantly, Randy Bockus, Chris Jones, George Ferran, Charlie Corbeii, Mike Rubel, Steve Miller, Francisco Melendez, Duane Espy (coach), and Pat Adams. The cards are of low quality, but they aren't as goofy in real life as they are here. Blame my lousy camera skills and lack of a scanner.
OK, you got me. There was a game. It wasn't good. Barry Bonds looked fine. His steal wasn't even close. Zito was meh. Sanchez uncorked one of the best wild pitches you will see in 2007. The inexplicable Pedro Feliz absolutely butchered a room-service hop, but showed unnatural patience at the plate. He's still a stiff, and you have to wonder why the Giants aren't willing to find a replacement for him. Dave Roberts gave me a Marvin Benard flashback in center, breaking in on a fly before turning around to chase it down. Sort of a Benard moment -- he caught the ball.
Taken as just one game, there's nothing special about it, which is the scary part. The Giants just weren't good, but none of what happened was a surprise.
But hey, Wednesday is Matt Cain, and I look forward to seeing him pitch.
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