I had a dream.
It began with Larry Baer chasing me out of AT&T Park into the cross street near Momo's. He left. I had nightmares and eluding him, I stopped over to the bar and had a slightly cold Amstell light.
Why he was chasing me I had no idea. It was a dream mind you, but there could be several reasons. Call it a case of dynamic dreaming. I didn't have a clue. Could it have been my Amy G bashing? Perhaps, but this just in: I had an epiphany.
Amy G is da lady! Seriously, I'm not kidding. In case you don't know, Amy Gutierrez is the Giants field reporter for Comcast. She's taken a few hits for her less-than-journalisticese reporting. Then again, Amy G, I've come to the conclusion, is not on the payroll to be Lara Logan. She's quite fine as Amy G.
In essence, Amy G is the Giant's community organizer. She's not supposed to be digging for stories about what Brian Sabean is doing between innings. She knows her role. I've bagged her a lot but it dawned on me she's simply a part of the marketing plan, the lunch board. Amy G isn't roast beef--more of a Reuben, and that's fine and even if it weren't, the Giants and Comcast like her work. And apparently so do the majority of fans.
I tweeted Ms. G a few months back; I don't know the specifics but I think it was in response to an innocuous post she had left. She hit me back with a sly comeback. I wish I could remember, but it was rather funny. Amy G gets it. The evolution of the epiphany thus commenced.
Amy G knows she's not curing diabetes. While I'd like her to be a bit more Lisa Salters I realize everyone has their own style. So officially now, I'm burying my Amy G grudge. Power to the people. Love and peace, dude. Amy G, you go girl!
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