March 2010

Things Are Changing

Spring Training has been a blast, but real baseball is right around the corner! I don’t really have a topic for this entry, but I’m too excited not to write. Let’s see…what’s new with me since last time I blogged. I hate this “limiting blogging” thing I’ve been doing lately. Blame calculus and APUSH, please. They have been occupying too much of my valuable time. Also, my brother Bobby turned 18 yesterday! That’s so weird.

Things are changing over there at the Yankees’ camp in Tampa. People have left, some of which won’t be on the team anymore. Like Chad Gaudin. Aw, Chaddy-waddy. For some reason, I really really feel bad about this departure. Chad did everything and anything the Yankees asked of him last season, and he did it well. Because of his icky Spring, with an 8.68 ERA, Chaddy was released. He is now free to sign with any team. He said he was disappointed, but he knew it was bound to happen. Yankee fans will miss you, Chad. Don’t feel shy to use that Key to the City :)

 

I’ll miss you ♥

Also, Jamie Hoffmann, the guy the Yankees got in the Rule 5 draft, was released. I think he’s going back to the Dodgers. This poor cutie really never got a chance. Oh well.

I’m going to miss seeing Jesus Montero, Austin Romine, Reegie Corona (♥), Colin Curtis, and all the other little cuties who were sent back to Minor League Camp. A lot changes during the course of a season; you don’t know which guys you will see again. Especially Minor Leaguers, because a lot of times you don’t even know they got traded.

Speaking of Montero and Romine, that reminds me of Mauer. He’s going to be a Twin for a LONG time, and will earn quite a few bucks doing it thanks to that hefty contract he received. I’m thrilled about this for a number of reasons:

1) First of all, he deserves this. He is the Twins.

2) Mauer is safe from the Red Sox! I was worried that they would sign him after this season!

3) Most importantly, the Yankees won’t have to give up any of their adorable catcher cuties to make room for him. So for now, Cervelli, Montero, and Romine are safe.

I have to admit, I my perception of Jesus Montero is beginning to change. I’m starting to fall for him. He’s adorable. I had it in my mind that I would hate Montero, because he was supposed to be better than Cervelli and I though Cervelli would be traded only to have Montero take his place. But when I actually saw the cutie in action, I changed my mind. He’s friggin’ adorable! And he’s not much older than me…at age 20, he’s just 4 years older than me…

  

That’s hot…

Oh, and Austin Romine is pretty charming as well.

         

Cute!

I’ve loved Spring Training so far, but something has beem lacking…and it makes me feel a little bit empty inside…I love the team so much, but I just miss him….

 

Melky Cabrera #53 of the New York Yankees calls for time during a spring training game against the Houston Astros at Osceola County Stadium on March 2, 2009 in Kissimmee, Florida.  (Photo by Sam Greenwood/Getty Images) *** Local Caption *** Melky Cabrera

MelkyBaby…

I know he had to go away, but still…I loved Melky and I always will. I wish he was here.

To all the Yankees who are no longer Yankees, this is for you:

 

 

I’ll miss you all.

Cervelli Baby

Well, it’s nice to see my Cervelli-Baby is back to baseball. After what I saw on March 6, I was worried sick about him. But as always, Frankie has bounced back. He has made me proud once again.

Cervelli may never be in this helmet again…

Francisco Cervelli was instructed to wear a new, larger, ginormous batting helmet in order to prevent future concussions. It truly looks ridiculous. Yes, the S100 batting helmet is one-of-a-kind.

Today was the first day I saw Cervelli in action with the helmet. At first I didn’t notice it. But when they zoomed in at him, then I noticed. My brother pointed and laughed at Cervelli, saying he looked retarded. I didn’t think it was funny at all. I mean, my Cervelli has the guts to wear the hideous thing. David Wright sure didn’t. He ditched the S100 after just 1 game.

Pshh….Pretty-boy Wright just couldn’t take the S100….

Even though we all know Cervelli doesn’t like the helmet, we have to admit that he is being a very good sport about it. When Jorge Posada gave him the nickname “Gazoo,” Cervelli reflected, “Oh my God. They’ll have something for the video screen all season.” I pitied Frankie when I first laid eyes on the silly green character. Jorge was comparing my darling baby to that…that….thing?!

Well….it’s got a smile like Cervelli…

Cervelli doesn’t like the helmet, but unlike Wright, he knows its for his health. And even though it’s ugly, it is for the best. “I think when I get to first base, I’ll change the helmet, because it’s a little heavy,” he said. “It’s not about how I look. I’ve got to take care of myself.”

What a guy.

He’s so wise, my Cervelli. My brother said Frankie is a wimpy “faagg” for wearing the helmet. I can’t help but to disagree.

Wearing the helmet, to me, shows that Cervelli’s got guts….he’s got BALLS. Yeah, I said it :)

See why I love this man?

♥♥♥

Oh, Cervelli!!!

OH! Oh my heart….my poor Cervelli….my poor heart….You know, all year long I was planning on writing Francisco a romantic Happy Birthday post…and today, his birthday,….oh!….I need him….he needs me…I wish I was there to baby him in his time of need….

I must control myself. It’s just that I woke up this morning, even more in love with Cervelli than I usually am. I have been seeing a lot of him on TV lately, and my love for him has blossomed once again. And I knew that today, March 6, is his birthday. I was planning on going shopping at the mall today early so I could be home in time for the game at 1. Of course, there was traffic, and I got back late. I ran upstairs and asked my brother, “Hi! What’s going on with the Yankees?”

He started to laugh.

“What?” Did Javier pitch? Was he bad?”

“No…” he responded

“What then?”

“It’s….Cervelli.”

“Did he get another triple?”

“Uhh….no….you just missed it….they showed the replay.”

“Replay of what? What did he do?” I anxiously asked.

 It was hard to understand him through his laughter.

“He….(chuckle)…he got hit in the head and got a concussion and got taken out of the game. He’s so dumb. He ducked right into the ball. It was so funny….the ball went up and he went down…(chuckle). If you don’t believe me keep watching.” He obnoxiously stated.

“WHAAAAT???? MY POOR BABY! Oh, and on his birthday too!” I nervously exclaimed.

“SHUT UP!” my Dad told me. “You are going to wake up Jesse.” (Jesse is my old dog, who was asleep in the other room.)

How was I supposed to just “shut up?” How insensitive of my Dad. If his true love, my Mom, got hit in the head and got a concussion, would he shut up? I wouldn’t think so.

I continued to watch the game. Later on, I heard that Cervelli was rushed to the hospital. Then I knew my brother wasn’t lying. It was official: my baby Cervelli was hurt, in pain…scared in a hospital. Oh, my heart!

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Hopefully, Cervelli isn’t in too much pain. He suffered a concussion during Winter Ball. 2 concussions in a short amount of time is not healthy. Please, pray that he is alright.  

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I feel awful that this happened to my baby, but especially on his birthday. Now instead of writing about how much I love him, I worried about his health. Let’s try and move on….

Oh, Cervelli….I loved you ever since I saw you in Spring Training a few years ago get trampled by that sonofab!tch Elliot Johnson. Then when I saw you had returned, I thought you were so macho. I believed in you all the way, and I still do. I know you are going to be the best man for that catcher spot. And hopefully, maybe you will be the main catcher some day if Romine of Montero don’t get there first. You have heart….a lot of it, and your enthusiasm makes everyone smile. And aside from that, you are good! You never fail to call a fabulous game, or fail to woo me every time you play. 

Francisco, everything about you is adorable: your high-socks, wrist pads, and no batting gloves. The way you take a time-out in yout at-bats to reach down, grab some dirt, and rub it into those precious hands. And when you are behind the plate – forget about it. I just can’t take my eyes of you. After you call that brilliant pitch and the batter strikes out, the way you throw the ball to either 1st or 3rd just gets me every time. And the way you talk! My heart melts when I see you being interviewed. You are just the cutest, most smiley, happy looking man…and I am that happy when I watch you.  

Francisco, you are everywhere to me. When I close my eyes, it’s you I see…

Whoa. That reminds me of one of my favorite songs from my favorite musician. It applies so well to me and Cervelli….

 

Okay…in that video, pretend I am Michelle Branch and the guy (who really pales in attractiveness next to Cervelli) is Cervelli. That is the story of my life right there….

Francisco, I think it is apparent that I love you ♥ I hope I have made myself clear.

Feel better baby, and Happy Birthday. I can’t wait to see you play again.

   

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