After closing out the Brewers for, inexplicably, the Phillies’ third straight win, Jonathan Papelbon spoke with reporters and did the only thing he does better than closing– opened his big, fat trap.
He was asked if he hoped his strong performance would make him wanted by a contender.
“Of course, man,” he said. “What kind of question is that?”
Papelbon was incredulous that a player would not want to move from a losing team to a contending team.
“What?” he said.
“Some guys want to stay on a losing team?” he said.
“That’s mind-boggling to me,” he said.
So if a contender called, you’re ready to go?
“Yeah,” Papelbon said with an are-you-kidding-me laugh. “I think that’s a no-brainer.”
Papelbon was asked if he believed a contender would come knocking?
“I don’t know,” he said.
But Papelbon said he doesn’t have a gut feeling whether or not he will be traded before the deadline, although the Phillies have been motivated to move him. They tried to trade him before last year’s Trade Deadline and again this offseason.
“I don’t have that crystal eight-ball,” he said.
Few of us do have a crystal eight-ball.
Here’s the thing: Paps is a d-bag, and he should probably just shut his mouth, but I can’t blame him even a little bit. He’s having maybe his beat season ever, and, at 33, why would he want to waste the last of his effectiveness on this tire fire? Not only are the Phillies not competitive this year, but they have little chance of being competitive before his career is over. Say what you want about him – and we have – but he genuinely seems like he wants to win and is bothered by losing, more-so than some. Everyone in the clubhouse has got to be thinking the same thing – get me ouuuuut of here – so it’s not as if Paps stating what’s likely talked about on planes, trains and automobiles is offensive to his teammates. These guys are playing for a certifiable moron (Amaro) who, at this point, is akin to a small child who knocked over his alphabet-block tower and, in the absence of forethought, is tossing the wooden pieces around the room in a haphazard manner that teeters on the edge between petulance and tantrum. You can understand why someone would want to get away from that sort of thing.