Joe Panik's girlfriend Brittany Pinto looks exactly like Punky Brewster. Like, exactly. In fact, she looks more like what one would imagine Punky Brewster would look like grown up than the actual woman who played Punky Brewster as a kid (if that makes sense). The soul of Punky transferred itself to Brittany Pinto after the show wrapped up. I think Joe and Brittany need to get a golden retriever and name him Brandon. Side note: Please don't think too hard about the premise of that show: a seven-year old girl and her dog are abandoned in a shopping center by her mother. That's pretty grim. Anyhow, let's concentrate on the Brittany Pinto, because every time I turn around, I see the girl who turns my world around.
The fact is that Joe Panik's girlfriend Brittany Pinto has known him since high school, and they've dated for a long time. He dropped to one knee at the bow bridge in Central Park in Manhattan and proposed. While he probably stole that from movies and television, but we'll let it slide. They're slated to be married in 2016. Panik made a trip to their hometown to ask her parents for permission to marry her before he popped the question. The day had been all planned out for Brittany ahead of time since she hadn't had a full day with Joe in awhile. Coincidentally, it was one day before her birthday. She apparently thought there was a 50% chance on whether he would propose to her on her special day. So that kind of sucks, don't you think? I mean, it's supposed to be like a surprise or whatever. She said: "We were in the train to the city and I was wondering if he had a ring box in his pocket." Man, Joe, way to be so predictable.
According to the San Francisco Chronicle, when they went back to their hometown after the Giants won the World Series, they were pretty blown away by how the town responded to Joe. Brittany said, "It was shocking because all the support from home was unbelievable." Yeah, you're from a tiny town where going out of stock of marmalade is the news of the day, Brittany. It's going to be a big deal.
Javier Lopez's wife Renee Richards Lopez waited until Javier got his degree to marry him. This was at the insistence of Renee's father, whom asked young Javier to wait to get it before getting hitched. My guess is he saw it as incentive? Either way, I like how Renee's father was thinking. Plan for the future and insure yourself with a degree. Mind you, he only finished his degree (in psychology) three years after he was drafted into the Majors. Seems weird to me because-- did Renee's dad make that deal before Javier was drafted or after? It would have been a seriously raw deal to make if he'd already been drafted and his fate was known. Not many pro baseball players go on to become psychologists (or none that I've ever heard of).
Javier and Renee had known each other for quite some time before they started dating at the University of Virginia. They were actually students and friends in high school before they moved on to the mega-university. They've known each other for quite a while, and now they're both hardened parents. They've got two kids, Kylan and Christian, and judging by the thoughtful note that Javier wrote to Renee on Mother's Day, Renee is doing a fantastic job as a mom: "I would like to be the first to wish you a Happy Mother's Day. It has been a great 10 months in the making and our baby girl is lucky to have you as her mother. You are caring, compassionate, and most of all a loving person which are the qualities I fell in love with and our girl will appreciate as she gets older." Now that is very sweet indeed.
Let's see if Javier and wife Renee are up to the task of being World Series parents for a third time. Javier has won two championships before-- one with the Red Sox and one with the Giants in 2010.
Yusmeiro Petit's wife Veronica Salas is not superstitious. Clearly, she would not have done what she did if she was, and I don't blame her for what she did either. I'm talking, of course, about the near-perfect game her husband missed last year back in September.
Yusmeiro and his wife were both at the game, and Petit was pitching. He'd pitched a perfect game all the way up to the 9th inning with two outs and a 3-2 count, and then police escorted Veronica down to the field so she could celebrate her husband's feat, and some guy got a hit. Damn-- that is rough! It would have been the 24th perfect game in the history of Major League Baseball. He would have had a place in history. Anyway, Yusmeiro's wife Veronica had nothing to do with it, in my opinion. I don't buy into that superstitious mumbo jumbo. It was simply a coincidence that right when she was escorted down to the field, the fella' managed to scrounge a base. I wonder if Veronica told Yusmeiro that she was being escorted down to the field before the game was over? He probably had a good laugh at it.
The couple does not have kids, and they're enjoying it. Coincidentally, Yusmeiro's blown perfect game was not the only shot he had at the record books. He did, in fact, break the National League record for retiring the most consecutive batters. The previous record was 41 by a dude named Jim Barr, and Yusmeiro beat that this August. To add evidence to the theory that superstition is nonsense, take a guess if Yusmeiro Petit's wife Veronica Salas was in the stands the night when Petit broke Barr's record. After it happened, Barr commented, "I guess my life's over now. I can't rest on my laurels anymore."