We went to SF Giants FanFest a week ago and it was crowded and frenetic with orange and black everywhere. The stunning downpour that hit our car as we rode into the city worried us because this meant we'd be walking around a crowded and frenetic AND WET ball park.
Then the rain stopped. The sun broke through the clouds. And Tim Lincecum took the stage to chat with the dudes from KNBR radio.
I was pretty pissed at Timmy for his recent post-season pot debacle. I pride myself on being honest and open with my kids, but I couldn't even bring myself to tell Eight about it because after so many seasons filled with talk of steroids and cheaters in baseball, could I really tell him that the pitcher he admires made a really stupid choice? Sure. But in my heart, I'm hoping that he realizes how close he came to losing his moment and really won't let it happen again. Also? I really dig the magic of Tim Lincecum, his crazy windup and hello, canon arm.
Okay, fine. Tim Lincecum smiled at me and let me snap his photo many times. I swooned just a teeny tiny bit.
Either way, snapping photos of Timmy, Barry Zito and Brian Wilson, and spending the day talking about all good things like Buster Posey, Aaron Rowand and Pablo Sandoval, I was ready to hop on a plane and just sit in front of Scottsdale Stadium going "Open! Open! Open!"
My boys are already counting down their sleeps until the crazedparent crew descends upon Scottsdale, AZ. We're trading barbs at the dinner table about who will get who's autograph. (I am on the hook for photos with Tim Lincecum, Buster Posey and Andres Torres. The husband just guffaws.)
Pitchers and catchers reported to Spring Training yesterday and I'm not gonna lie, watching this clip got me fired up for our trip.
I'm still ready to move to Hawaii. But come March, Scottsdale will be a little slice of baseball paradise.
