David Wright and Jose Reyes are good. To be honest, they're spectacular, but they're not the best thing since sliced bread or Double Stuf Oreos. Wright and Ray-Ass (thanks Wheels) have a wide array of skills and are near the top of the heap at their particular positions, but they're not the second coming of the Messiah or the one who parted the Red Sea. My wife gets annoyed with the media, including Chris Wheeler, constantly hyping them and now refers to Wright as Jesus and Reyes at Moses because of this awful lovefest.
I love how Mets fans relentlessly boo Jimmy Rollins and Pat Burrell; it's rather amusing considering how J-Roll and "The Bat" have played so well against them this year. Burrell is the Met-Killer with 41 homeruns off of Mets pitching so far in his career, and Jimmy has been doing his best to make the Mets believe that the Phils "are the team to beat in the NL East". So go ahead and keep the boos raining down on them, they'll continue to kick you in the balls...oops, I meant vagina.
ESPN senior writer, Howard Bryant, wrote a piece about how the Phillies are the biggest tease in all of baseball. In 6 out of the last 7 seasons the Phils have come oh-so-close to the postseason, but have yet to taste that sweet champagne. This season is still to-be-determined, but Phils Phans and people all around the country feel as though they will come up just short again. Teasing can be fun, but only when you actually get some in the end.
I hate New York, I hate the Mets, and I hate Mets fan. People from NY hate Philly, hate the Phils, and hate Phils fans. All things are equal, we all hate each other and that's what a rivalry is all about. Yesterday the rivalry went a step farther when Marlon Anderson outraged over a called 3rd strike argued with the umpire thus getting ejected and then proceeded to throw a hissy fit ending with him throwing his batting helmet. The batting helmet hit catcher Chris Coste in the chest protector and Coste thought it would be funny to discharge the helmet from the homeplate area via a good kick. When Coste booted Marlon's helmet, Shea Stadium lit up with boos. Next time Coste needs to lay the smackdown on Marlon's bitch-ass!