Did I miss a memo? When did the Philadelphia Phillies turn into the St. Louis Browns? Or worse, the ’97 Marlins?
It begins to look like the high office folks in the Phillies organization want to wipe all traces of Ed Wade’s tenure from the roster. Which means everyone has to go, and it doesn’t matter a damn what the Phils get in return. Sell, sell, sell.
And I will never, ever forgive that Canadian winning wanker Gillick for giving the Yankees a big Sheffield-replacing right-field gun when the AL East race is getting hot. Goddamn you and everything you stand for.
The first rule of baseball should be, “Never help the Yankees.” Especially when you get a nice big plate of bugger all in return. What, really, was the plan here? Was it only to dump payroll? Damn the owners, damn the GMs, damn the managers. Damn, damn, damn Steinbrenner and his legions of barely sentient tag-along fans. The whole thing reminds me of an old song about gravy and beans.
Sorry. I’m a little sensitive right now and I really want to hit something.