Just a couple of posts ago, at the start of Spring Training, I was, well, calm about the state of the Phillies. Of course, then I was blissfully ignorant of events that would transpire, and conspire to make me potentially lose my calm.
Then, Chase Utley was taking it easy because of some vague reports of “soreness”. Now, Utley has been diagnosed with patellar tendinitis in his right knee, has received a cortisone shot in said knee, and has yet to appear in a Spring Training game.
Then, Domonic Brown was simply looking for his first hit of Spring Training. Now, although Brown finally got a hit over the past weekend, he broke a bone in his right hand in the process, something called the hook of the hamate bone.
A tiny bone, to be sure. Surgery was performed this morning to remove the bone, and the expected recovery time is 4-6 weeks.
[OK, if this bone can be totally removed, what possible purpose does it serve? Why do we have it? Must be about as useful as an appendix, tonsils, and wisdom teeth.]
I don’t even want to get into the fact that yesterday, the offense appeared to still be trying to awaken from winter hibernation, and Roy Oswalt allowed two home runs in 2 2/3 innings of work.
Yes, I know, it’s still early, sometimes pitchers are “working on things” and “getting their work in”, and hitters are still trying to get their timing down and working out the kinks, yada, yada. So I will take a deep breath, and try to remain calm.
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For the final installment (for now) of “Not Who You Think It Is”, did you know that the Phillies have had not one, but two legends of rock on their roster? Well, not really, just in name only.
Phil Collins the rock star rose to fame first as the drummer for Genesis, followed by a very successful solo career. But being British, he likely never played baseball.
Phil Collins the ballplayer pitched for the Phillies from 1929-1935. The Phils of this span were mediocre at best, just scraping above .500 once (78-76 in 1932), and really stinky at their worst (52-102 in 1930). Collins himself was 72-79 with a 4.67 ERA during his stint with the Phils.
Jim Morrison the rock star was the frontman for The Doors from their inception in 1965, through 1971, when he died of a supposed drug overdose in Paris. There are some who believe that Morrison never actually died, and that he faked his death.
Jim Morrison the ballplayer debuted with the Phillies in 1977, and during his two seasons in Philadelphia compiled a .174 batting average while appearing in 58 games. In 1979, he went to the White Sox as the “player to be named later” in a deal that brought the Phillies Jack Kucek.
Jim Morrison the ballplayer was last spotted managing the Charlotte Stone Crabs, a minor-league affiliate of the Rays.
Jim Morrison the rock star was last spotted with Elvis, buying Slurpees at a 7-Eleven in rural Georgia.
Since the Phillies lost on Wednesday night to the Nationals in rather uninspiring fashion, I didn’t really feel moved to write about it yesterday. Yesterday was also an off day, so I had plenty of free time to let my mind wander.
Today’s blog is a culmination of that wandering.
Some of you out there may watch “Desperate Housewives.” As I watched the most recent episode this past Sunday, I was struck by the similarities in hairstyle between the character Orson Hodge (played by Kyle McLachlan) and our own Phillie, Cole Hamels. See for yourself:
They’re even dressed similarly, with sport coat and open collared shirt! Are they both reading the same men’s fashion magazines? Do they share a stylist? Just something to mull over…
Recalling a mention of oddly shaped heads in one of Jane’s recent She-Fan entries, my mind next wandered to the pairing of Placido Polanco and Phil Collins:
I can’t decide which produce item they more closely resemble. Is it:
or the pumpkin?
For what it’s worth, the first two are members of the melon family, while the pumpkin is a gourd.
Also for what it’s worth, the title of today’s entry is also the title of a really bad Styx song from the 1981 album “Paradise Theatre”, which I hesitate to admit I actually owned way back in high school. My taste in music was really bad then.
Tonight, the Phillies take on the Mets at Citizen’s Bank Park. C’mon guys, let’s kick some Met butt! Make me a happy girl!