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Just look at the pictures:
I wouldn’t have thought that someone whose first Google autocomplete is double…
… grossed $46 million in his career. But he did. - over the top fist pump!** -
*To compare, I just ate my breakfast- raspberry danish, hardboiled egg and carrots – standing at the kitchen sink. I don’t blog for the glory.
**I never noticed Pat Burrell’s fist pump at :54. That thing is beautiful.
1) Strange dichotomy of fathering here. One one hand, this guy just taught his son the value of balls that go into the stands and that you retrieve them at any cost, even your own son’s life.* That’s good parenting. The lesson will stick with the kid longer than his whiplash. On the other hand… he brought his son to a baseball game in a shaded wagon. He’s just asking to get him beat up him later in life. I don’t even know the kid and I kind of want to kick his ass.
2) Mom. Is. Mad.
3) Jorts and sneakers.
*My Dad taught me a similar lesson at age 3 when he knocked me off a pier while he threw a minnow to a passing seagull. Always feed the birds, is what I came away with.
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I hate Ryan Braun. This you know.
He’s coming back from a 65-game suspension for being a lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit. Is he worried about how fans will treat him? Nah, not really. He’s heard worse, and at least this time all the focus will be on him and not his immediate family and relatives.
Speaking to Bob Nightengale of USA Today, Braun says, dude, say whatever you want:
“Dude, say what you want about me, but I am strong,” Braun says in an exclusive interview with USA TODAY Sports. “Mentally, and emotionally, I am strong.
“This doesn’t bother me. People may have something new to yell now, but it’s really no different than anything I’ve gone though. I’ve never gone to Chicago and had them cheer for me. I’ve never gone to St. Louis and had them say, “I hope you do great.’ Nobody’s fans have ever cheered for the opposing team’s best player.
“I’m sure it will be a bit adventuresome at times this year, but if anything, it’s probably better now. Normally, you go to Philly and Chicago, and they’re talking about your mom, your sister, your girlfriend, whatever. So, now, it will be just about me.”
Oh don’t worry, Ryan, I’m sure we can find something to say about your wife. Don’t know about your girlfriend, though.
A pattern has emerged over that time and really since the summer of 2010, when the Phillies dug themselves a hole from which they impressively climbed out. All along, no one worried. Jimmy, Chase, Ryan and Cole didn’t worry. Mostly Jimmy. He never worries about anything. We’ll bounce back. We’ll be fine. They were fine in 2010 and 2011 (more than fine, actually), but they weren’t so fine in 2012 and 2013. Jimmy didn’t worry those years, either.
Manuel was disappointed by his team’s showing in the series.
Jimmy Rollins was not.
“No,” he said. “I’m not disappointed at all. This series could have been 3-1 in either direction or 2-2. They played a little better. They got the job done and that’s all that matters.”
Rollins said he has faith.
Some might call it delusion.
“It’s a journey,” he said. “You jump on that plane and enjoy the ride. As long as that plane is in the air, you have a chance to do something. Last I checked, we haven’t made it to the All-Star break. We’ve been in tougher positions with much less time.”
You know how that worked out. And it shouldn’t really come as a surprise when, yesterday, Rollins, speaking exclusively to the Daily News, said we shouldn’t be worried:
It is only March 10, but . . .
“There is no ‘but,’ ” Rollins said. “Who cares?”
“[People] are going to think and feel and say what they want regardless,” Rollins said. “We’re not here to change opinions. We’re here to put wins in the left column. We’re going to lose some, too, but we’re not here to lose. We’re here to put wins up.”
And if the offense comes around and the wins pile up in April, no one will care about March, right?
“As long as those wins are coming in October,” Rollins said.
I almost spit out my coffee at that last line.
I appreciate Jimmy’s optimism, and I kind of hate myself for even writing about spring training struggles. But there is a pattern here. The Phillies no longer get the benefit of the doubt. If they are in first place in June, will people still be talking about the spring? No, of course not. But that’s unlikely. We’ve seen literally no evidence that it’s even a possibility. The problem is that for a few years now the Phillies have been too cocky for their own good. You can get away with that attitude when your core players are all in their primes and the team is in the midst of five-straight division titles. You can’t get away with that attitude after two miserable, injury-plagued seasons and a spring, in which skepticism was already high, where you come out of the gate about as terribly as one could imagine. This perverse delusional that everything is gonna be alright, Shawn Mullins, is getting old.
There are two ways to look at things: 1) legitimate trouble (a team is 10 games out with two months to play) or 2) signs that trouble looms (a team expected to be horrendous starts off the spring horrendously). The Phillies are in the second camp right now. Rollins needs to understand that. This isn’t 2009.
So thrilled to bring back our ongoing series, The Amaro Lies, for another go-around this spring.
Ruben Amaro, who, commendably, has the sort of large balls that allow him to agree to a weekly whipping on the WIP Morning Show, was grilled by Angelo Cataldi this morning, mostly about Cole Hamel’s non-injury that we should absolutely not be concerned about until he’s still out come Memorial Day.
The burning question is why Hamels hasn’t been given an MRI, a relatively simple and routine procedure. The liar explains:
“We know he’s not hurt. We know he’s just rehabbing. We know he just has to build his arm strength and his body strength.”
How can you be so sure without an MRI?
“Um, because he’s not hurt and he doesn’t have any pain. And the doctors have seen him, they’ve twirled his arm, they’ve checked with him. He’s doing fine.”
You know… the last guy to not have any pain (almost a year ago to the day!):
Halladay said there is no soreness and nothing hurts. Says he felt lethargic because of more intense throwing program.
— Todd Zolecki (@ToddZolecki) March 12, 2013
Look, I’m sure there’s a lot more to it than just “twirling his arm.” But, should we really trust the doctors and trainers (probably both) who are pulling and twisting a $144 million pitcher? These are presumably the same people who couldn’t identify Chase Utley’s chronic knee injury. The same people who watched as Ryan Howard suffered multiple non-setbacks. And the same people who couldn’t diagnose Roy Halladay as BEING ON THE VERGE OF RETIREMENT (!!!).
So, they just twisted Hamels’ arm and have concluded that this is no big deal? Great!
Here’s the full interview with Amaro. Angelo gets shit on by a lot of web creatures for his over-the-top style and Wing Bowl-ish stuff. But this interview shows why he’s one of the best– asks all the right questions in a manner that disarms the subject. Really good stuff.
Lots of nasty weather in Florida today. Because the Phillies are the Phillies, their game against the Yankees this afternoon hasn’t yet been rained out despite a forecast of, well, rain. And tornados. Some of the beats don’t seem too happy about it. Here’s the story told almost exclusively via Tweets… which is somehow different than anything else I do on this site.
[UPDATE: Split squat today. Some are in Clearwater, some in Lakeland.]
[UPDATE 2: Storm images after the jump.]
Side note: Is it sad that besides Ben Revere and, I think, Freddy Galvis I can’t name anybody else in this photo?
To be very clear here: we’re laughing with, not at, Robby Fregosi. His first pitch, thrown in the general direction of Mickey Morandini, was pretty much the lone light moment in what was a very nice and touching ceremony put together by the Phillies, and it had the entire family cracking up:
Now they know what Jim felt every time Mitch Williams took the mound.
Watch the full tribute after the jump.
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