Jimmy Rollins, Pat Burrell, Jim Thome, and Bobby Abreu were supposed to get the Phillies to the promise land...the playoffs. We're now 13 seasons removed from the last postseason appearance by our beloved band of losers. The '93 season almost seems mythical now. It's like the time you saw your best friend's hot older sister naked in the shower and stored it in your memory bank for those "special alone time" moments...sometimes you wonder if it ever really happened. In 2003 we thought we were the cream of the crop. We already had a strong offensive nucleus of J-Roll, Pat the Bat, and Hey Bobby. Then Ed Wade went and signed Thome to a huge contract and brought in Kevin Millwood to be the staff ace. I still think I have residue smegma from the overjoy of those acquisitions. News flash- we didn't win enough!
Don't get me wrong, the 2000's have been much better than the 90's, because we're at least contending every season now. So, eventually we need to step it up a notch and play some October baseball. That notch will be obtained next season. I like the direction that Gillick is leading this team in. We think Manuel is a dipshit, but at least he has 3 other dipshits surrounding him now, so that collectively they might make 1 decent managerial mind. Gillick kept Moyer who instead of using pine tar to doctor ball, uses the formaldehyde he's half filled with...damn he's old. Next up on Gillick's to-do list is acquire a 3rd baseman that can swing a bat with more authority than a toddler...sorry Nuni, but you're as weak as someone with muscular dystrophy. It's also being rumored PG is trying to cry Wolf...we could do worse for a #5 starter.
It's good to remember the way we were, but also embrace the future as well. Now's the time to be optimistic, because as soon as the season starts there's always the chance to getting smacked in the face with reality again...that reality being we're Philadelphia Phillies fans, who the hell are we foolin'?!