Number One... Meet Number 2

I don’t know what it takes to get fired as a baseball manager, but I know some things that apparently won’t quite do it.

Coming into the National League and not understanding the double switch. (For those of you who read and don’t know baseball, basically the idea is you bring in a new pitcher and another player in the field. Then those two positions are switched in the batting order so that the new pitcher will bat later.)

Speaking country bumpkin gibberish that no one can understand.



Moving one of your top pitchers from the rotation to the bullpen back to the rotation, into a small condo in Center City, to Oklahoma, back to the rotation… all which is pretty much ignored because he smacked his wife and no one cares. (This is one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen. It seems that Philly fans have just decided to ignore Brett Myers because that eases the guilt about not being upset he smacked his wife. If we pretend he doesn’t exist it cleans the conscience. I’m not sure if that’s how it’s supposed to work.)

Taking way too much time planning a prank that may have wrecked the mental toughness of one of your youngest stars.



And most interestingly, taking your All-Star pitcher (Cole Hamels), who is only in his third year in the league, and choose not to make him your opening day starter, instead going with the guy who hit his wife.

Now I’m not a genius, but how dumb can that possibly be? Pitchers are notorious for being shaky people, who tweek out whenever things aren’t absolutely perfect, and now you’re going to mess with your top gun slingers psyche just to try to encourage Ike Turner's illegitimate brother?

I can’t think for a second how this could be a bad idea… not for a second.

Phillies new slogan -> First to Worst… Can You Feel It?