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We're having computer issues in the WSBGM's camp- Carson's is not working properly and I'm stuck in a crap-tacular apartment in Delaware and don't even have access. I just bum-rushed a hippie in a wi-fi coffee house and am literally typing this as I run down the streets of Wilmington, hippie in pursuit...Anyways, posting/commenting may be a little slow for a while, but on to the Thursday Thirst.......
Wes Helms - Stroh's - Back in the day, Stroh's was good. It along with Schlitz, Schaeffer, Schmidt's, were good, honest American beers brewed with quality and excellence. However, somewhere along the way things changed. They were bought my different companies, recipes were changed to brew them on the cheap, and they became cut-rate, horrible tasting beers that have become nothing more than a beer to throw in your trunk to drink when you get the shakes. Also at one time, Wes Helms could hit. 23 homers one year, .328 average another. Then he comes to the Phillies and plops down something in the .250 range. Another lost cause, except this one gives you the shakes instead of relieving them.
*Happy friggin' birthday Aaron Rowand. Poor Fence-Face found out the hard way that it's all down hill after 30, as he struck out all 4 times he batted last night.
*I'm not sure why, but Corey and I both feel former Mets Tim Teufel and the Hairy Monkey Nipple himself- Sid Fernandez (also a Phillie) deserve a shout out. Corey had some beers in him and I was laughing too hard to truly understand the relevance (if any) of this. Honestly, we love the monkey nipple!
In case you didn't know- Ryan Howard has power, and a lot of it. When his bat meets the ball the sound of a choir of angels rings through the summer air...or for you that are more traditionalists- "crack". Howard became the fastest player to reach 100 homeruns in terms of at bats earlier this year, has the single season homerun mark for a Phillie, won a Homerun Derby, was the NL Rookie of the Year, has a MVP Award, made an All-Star appearance, and has come back to life since Chase Utley has returned to the lineup. I'd like to thank Ryan Howard for making contact last night in the 10th, walk-off homeruns are the best.
When it comes to Ryan Howard, contact is the only thing that matters. The man is always going to strikeout at a high rate, but this season his whiffs have been crippling to the offense at times. However, when he makes contact, good things happen, especially when he starts taking outside pitches the other way. Contact for Ryan Howard is different than contact of almost all other Major Leaguers in my opinion, because Howard possesses the most raw/natural power in all of baseball. Basically, any contact Howard makes has the likelihood of being a bullet that is either difficult to catch or is uncatchable via homerun.
Out of the Basement:
Hey, Daddy-o,
I'm going with a purely positive posture today. Phils may still be 5 back of the Mets in the NL East and 3 back on the Padres for the Wild Card, but Mr. Awesome himself Chase Utley is back and everything is suddenly happy again. Seriously, Chase Utley is friggin' amazing. I love the way he plays the game and he makes the game worth watching for me. The man is a great all-around player- pure hitter, power, speed, defense, and leadership. Welcome back Chase, lead us to the playoffs and that MVP could still be yours.
Other Positives:
*Iguchi, now regulated to bench role or what Manuel calls "utility", went yard in a pinch-hitting appearance last night.
*Adam Eaton returns from the DL tonight...oh wait, I was being positive, scratch that.
I was in Philadelphia this weekend on a "weekend getaway" type visit, and because it was supposed to be a relaxing trip, I refrained from hopping on the Orange Line to catch one of the debacles down in south Philly. I did watch a good bit of Phillies action though. Problem is, the freaking Doubletree charged 10 bucks a day for internet access so I wasn't able to throw down any words until now. Here is my take on the weekend action.
First, Milton Bradley. Lots of things can be said about his actions on Friday and Saturday. Words like arrogant, selfish, inappropriate and disrespectful come to mind. But regardless of what you, I or anybody else thinks about his infuriating performance, what he did do was come in to Citizens Bank Park and dominate. He made Philadelphia - the fans, the team, the cheesesteaks, everything - his bitch. I wouldn't want Bradley on my team, but just once I would love to have a Phillie stick it in the face of the opposing team like that. Was there any doubt the Padres would win the game after his 8th inning shot? No way. Bradley had won it with his bat and his mouth.
Of course, Bradley can pose and jabber all he wants, because the Phils aren't going to stop him. The title of this post isn't in reference to the Phils' playoff chances, but rather their unwillingness to stick one in Bradley's ribs. With two outs in the top of the 5th and the Phils holding a 10 run lead, Bradley flew out to centerfield. No way should he have gotten a chance to swing. The Padres made sure to impress upon Carlos Ruiz their feelings about his slide into second on Friday, yet Bradley's actions go unpunished. It shows a lack of heart, a lack of fight, and a lack of leadership. I don't mean to bring up 1993 for every topic, but would this have happened then? Would Hollins, Kruk, or Daulton be satisfied by the Phils' response? Probably not, they would be as disappointed as I am now..
Bob Ford Is Retarded
Wickman
*Did I miss something, but when the hell did Brett Myers become one of the elite closers of the Majors? I'm tired of Phils announcers and commenters on blogs suggesting this. I don't know about the rest of you, but I reserve that distinction for the likes of Mariano Rivera, Francisco Rodriguez, Billy Wagner, Trevor Hoffman, and a few others...not Brett Myers. Myers and his 5.10 era and career 12 saves do not belong in the same sentence as the above closers. I understand Brett is probably this teams' best option at closer right now, but he doesn't belong there, he's a starter and should be starting. Myers seems too wrapped up in the image of being a closer (ridiculous facial hair, what music he comes out to) instead of just focusing on getting batters out. Also, since going to relief he tries to strike everyone out, and that leads to over-pitching and hanging some pitches that then become meatballs in the seats. After last night's debacle Brett took his frustration out on a reporter, calling the homeruns "pop ups" and the reporter questioning him a "retard" and had to be restrained by Pat Burrell...Myers' wife was thankful.
*Speaking of retards- Charles Fuqua Manuel, one of the highest paid R-Tards in America, showed once again last night why he is indeed stupid. He pulled Kyle Lohse after only 84 pitches of 1-run ball in the bottom of the 7th. He must think he can defy the law of averages because relying on our bullpen to get that many outs is crazy. If you limit the amount of outs the bullpen needs to get in a game you then lower the amount of chances they have to screw up. I understand this, why can't someone on the Phils coaching staff?! Why the hell did he HAVE to pitch Tom Gordon in the 8th? "I liked Romero there and we had our bullpen set up," Manuel said. *What exactly was our "bullpen set up" to do...blow the f'n lead?! While I'm bitching about Fuqua, why the hell did he pinch run Nunez for Burrell? The stupidity never ceases.
*I'm not a fan of violence unless it's funny- like senseless beating of bums (just kidding), but Milton Bradley deserves a pitch in the ear-hole of his helmet. His theatrics during this homestand have been appalling. He has talent and his homeruns have been shots, but the whipping of the bat, bowing, trash talking, and all other nonsense needs to stop. He had this to say in his defense, "I'm just having fun. They're telling me I'm no good, I'm telling them I am that good. It feels good to come through and help this team win. I'm not trying to entice the crowd. I'm just living in the moment. This has the atmosphere of a playoff game and I love that. I'm at my best in situations like that." Note to Milton- shut the F up, after all it's only a game.
*After watching the bullpen implode yet again, and witnessing the lineup strand 726 runners yet again, and painfully sitting through our manager making dumbass decisions yet again, here's my solution...
That was truly a beautiful game of baseball last night with two crafty veterans pitching for two teams in the thick of the playoff race. Luckily for Philly, Grand Pappy Moyer came out with the upperhand over Greg Maddux, as the Phils beat the Padres 8-2 pulling within 1 game of the NL Wild Card. Ryan Howard finally was awakened from his prolonged slump with 2 homeruns and 3 rbi. Jimmy Rollins and Pat Burrell contributed solo shots, while Shane Victorino had a pair of rbi, in what was an excellent display of offensive execution from the lineup top to bottom. Moyer went 7 strong innings while allowing 2 runs, and then 6-Finger-Ant came in for the final 2 innings and pitched brilliantly...
then I woke up and saw the Phils lost 14-3 to the offensively challenged Padres. I guess this answers the question about the battle of the flawed- crappy hitting beats crappy pitching. Phils are now 3 games back of the Wild Card and playing some of their worst baseball of the season. Hope is disappearing and desperation is setting in while the chokers are rearing their ugly heads once again.
Clubhouse leader and Mensa member Charlie Manuel had this to say following the defeat, "We got to win some games. Everybody in the clubhouse knows that. We're playing the teams we have to catch. When they're beating you, no good can come from that." *He's so smart that he makes me feel like a lesser being. How does he come up with these clever quotes?
By the way, for those of you keeping count like me, that was the 14th time this season that our prestigious and highly lauded pitching staff has surrendered a 10 Spot.
All the Difference:
The Phillies performance against the Pirates and Dodgers really bugged me. The defense had more holes in it than mosquito netting, the pitching was about as effective as Dollar Store bug repellent, and the offense seemed to be in their cocoon stage of their metamorphosis from awesome to crappy. Speaking of bugs I recently flashed back in time on a Monday rather than Friday, because of an episode of My Boys showing a brief glimpse of a 1962 Mel Roach card. Mel Roach wasn't good, in fact he was bad. He looked goofy and had a goofy last name...possibly why he got an obscure reference on a tv show.
Mel Roach's life-time stats are good for a laugh much like the comedy series My Boys (I recommend- Mondays at 10 on TBS). Roach started his career in Milwaukee in 1953, where he played until getting traded mid-season to the Cubs in '61. His stay in Chicago was brief as he went on to end his career as a Phillie in '62 when he batted .190. With a .190 batting average, you may think the Phils got the shaft, but Roach actually stunk his entire career- 8 seasons with only 119 hits and a .238 average while playing some outfield and 1st, 2nd, and 3rd base. Essentially he's utterly forgettable except for that name.
Papa Roach offers these calming lyrics for a tortured Phillies Phan's soul.
Screwed:
Chris Coste - Miller High Life - Deciding which player I would assign the High Life to was a tough call. I'm a High Life Soldier and appreciate the Champagne of Beers to the utmost, so not just any player would be deserving. After deliberation, I chose Coste, and here's why. I feel the High Life may be the most underappreciated beer around. You'll hardly ever find it on tap. It's even tough to find a bottle of it at the local watering hole. It's openly put down and mocked by beer drinkers "in the know" (represented in this analogy by Pat Gillick) as inferior. Yet, when it's hot outside and you've been playing golf, lounging on the deck, or busting your tail with a "honey-do" list, nothing is more refeshing than a longneck Miller. It never disappoints. Also, it won't kill your budget, as a case could run you as cheap as $11 or $12. High Life at Genesee and Schaeffer prices, although you won't pay much, you get a superior product. That is Chris Coste, an underappreciated, productive, inexpensive American product that is loved by true fans.
The straw that stirs the drink, may have just broke the camel's back.
Other Injury News
Gavin Eaton
All right stop collaborate and listen.
Deadly when you hear Nunez's at bat melody.
Back to 1 game behind in the Wild Card after a San Diego win. Up next is a big homestand with LA, NYM and SD coming to town. Losing 2 of 3 to Pittsburgh (somebody predicted that before the series...) is painful. Not taking the series against a last place squad is not the best way to make the playoffs. In fact, it's a very bad way to make the playoffs. .500 on this homestand won't cut it. It's a lot to ask, but they need to win each series, with obvious special emphasis on the SD games.