Friday, April 20

Contraband

There was talk going on by some readers yesterday about some analogies for the Phillies and Charlie Manuel. And in the past week, I have talked about how the Phillies are like a drug that you can't quit no matter what it is doing to you. So I have compiled a list of different vices that I feel are comparable to the 2007 Philadelphia Phillies.

Charlie Manuel: Heroin

Our trusty skipper is a downer. Much like heroin. Our trusty skipper is painful. Much like heroin. Our trusty skipper, according to Gillick, will be around for awhile. And just like Manuel's job security, an addiction to heroin will unfortunately stick with you for quite some time. Heroin is also an embarrassing habit that everyone attempts to keep a secret. This is tough, however, due to the marks it leaves on your arms. Manuel is also an embarrassment that we fans wish to keep out of the public eye. But with the media hungry whores that we are, Manuel is everywhere. We need to kick this habit.

Offense: Caffeine/Energy Drinks
Coming into the season, the Phillies offense was suppose to be one of the most high powered and dangerous lineups in the National League. Lead by Rollins and powered by Howard, they were expected to put up 5+ runs every night. And they look promising...half of the time. They get on base at a ridiculously high rate and always have men in scoring position. This is where the caffeine kicks in. We, as die-hard fans, get jacked up and ready for a big inning. But much like red bull and coffee, we crash very hardly due to their inability to score runs. The offense gets us up, then sets us right back down.

Starting Rotation: Alcohol

The first two and half weeks of the season have been up and down for the starting staff. Garcia is out, then in. Myers is dominant, then horrible, then demoted. Sergovia spot starts then goes back down. Eaton sucks, then produces quality, then goes average. Saves the lefties, our starters have been an incredibly inconsistent bunch. Getting drunk is the same way. When drinking beer, I'm a happy drunk. I've never drank vodka without getting sick. Rum is a liquor that goes down smoother than water, while I can't take more than 2 sips of gin. Whiskey...well whiskey may turn me into the incredible hulk. Basically, from drink to drink and start to start, both the rotation and alcohol will always act differently.

The Bullpen: Going to a truck stop bathroom at 3AM wearing chaps and Elton John sunglasses

Coming into the season, we knew the bullpen was bad. We all knew that it would suck and that it wasn't wise to start 2007 with the relief staff we had. It was a poor decision on Gillick's part to enter the season with no set-up man and no backup closer. And much like going forward with our bullpen, it is NEVER a good idea to stop at a truck stop late at night, go into the bathroom with your best pair of chaps on while sporting some "Sir Elton" shades. Both the bullpen and this scenario are equally horribly.

Pat Gillick: Gambling habit

This is one of the only analogies that is true. Pat Gillick must have a very bad gambling addiction and it is one that is currently killing this baseball team. So far, he has gambled on:
  • Ryan Franklin
  • Alex Gonzalez
  • Abraham Nunez
  • Julio Santana
  • Rod Barajas
  • Ricardo Rodriguez for Padilla
  • Karim Garcia
It is still too early for Barajas, but all of these moves ended up as failures for Gillick and the Phillies. Like most gambles, Pat lost money with these chumps.
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I also just noticed the date: 4/20. I guess I should have compared something on this team to weed. Hmmm....

8 comments:

Skeeter said...

mcd yesterday wrote "I don't know if there is a proper analogy for Charlie Manuel...he is one of a kind!"

I couldn't agree more. Heroin was the best one I could come up with.

GM-Carson said...

Skeeter- this is your best entry yet in my opinion. And that image of Sir Elton will haunt my dreams tonight...thanks you alot HOMO!

Corey said...

i'm sure your boyfriend will comfort you if you have a bad dream.

problem with the manuel-heroin comparison is that heroin is actually a pain killer, and you only feel bad when you are withdrawing from heroin. would you mind going cold turkey from uncle charlie? no. i would compare manuel to cyclophosphamide, a chemotherapy drug that makes your hair fall out, gives you diarrhea and vomiting, and may cause you to piss blood. yeah, i think that is more like it, because like manuel, pissing blood is bad.

Lt. Papi said...

All of your comparisons are amazing other than the gambling addiction. I would equate watchign the Phils play a game on TV as a gambling addiction. You get all jacked up for a win, something to brag about and make you feel good. You sit down and ante up and things are starting to go down hill. Phils leave 5 men on base and you are down $60. Fuck it. The night is young, its only the top of the 4th. Then its the 7th inning stretch and you are at the MAC machine getting another $200 that you cant afford from the bank... Bottom of the 9th, Phils are down by 5 you are out $500 and you can pay your fucking gas bill and the Phillies lost another fucking game.

So, much like a night at the casino when you are excited and jacked up to win big, you and the Phillies, in the end, are both fucking losers. The only difference is they wont have any trouble paying their utilities and mortgage without sweat pouring down their heads at the end of the month.

Anonymous said...

Great piece Skeeter! Charlie certainly is a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a "growed up" body. I miss Nick Leyva!

GM-Carson said...

By the way- not sure if you know through experience or not, but weed makes you feel good...what the fuck on the Phillies makes you feel good?

And thank you Dr. Corey for that tutorial on heroin and that cyclowhateverthefuckitwasmide...we are all now dumber thanks to it.

Skeeter said...

haha. Corey trying to show that he is smarter than us by using big words.

And yea...on this day of weed, the Phillies represent nothing of the sort. ESPECIALLY TOM FUCKING GORDON

Jacobin said...

I don't even know what I feel after tonight's game. Some anger, some disappointment, some disgust, some bile creeping up my throat, a hearty desire to say fuqua you to a lot of people...

I mean, how to you react when you thought your team should be in the postseason and are trying to come to grips with the reality that they may be nearing mathematical elimination sometime in June?