Question Number One: Where is Pat Gillick? Has anyone seen him? Is he working at home in Toronto? And what is he doing about the obvious problems?
At least with Ed Wade he was around. He was visible. Right or wrong he stood his ground.
Question Number Two: Where are the writers? Gone are the days of Sandy Grady, Frank Dolson, Bill Lyon, and others who would have hung David and company out to dry. Conlin is still around, yea, if you like the good ole days. I'm tired of hearing about Uncle Hugie. Bill, either retire or get after them. Stop living in the past.
And there's Hockman's bandwagon. Two words of advice: Stay retired and stay retired.
Here's a good line from Sheridan in today's Inquirer: "Every major league team is flawed. These Phillies it seems are flawed in just such a way as to make diehard fans want to, die. Hard. Metaphorically speaking of course."
It's like getting hit with a cat paw that's been declawed. Can't you just hear Angelo talking to the boys on air like that? "That bum, that stinkin' bum, speaking metaphorically of course."
Question Number Three: When is marketing going to catch up with reality? Do you feel like the Phillies are a little off in their between-innings marketing? I know several people who turn off the sound on their television between innings, they are so tired of the propaganda.
The Phillies hire some computer geeks that spice together reels of tape and we have to watch it game after game. Maybe their strategy is to get you so sick of the marketing that you will end up buying a ticket to the game just to get away from it.
Where is the tape of Burrell taking a slider on the outside corner with the bases loaded in the seventh, game after game? Or brain trust Victorino stealing third with Utley and Howard due up. Under Leyland Victo-runner would have splinters on his pineapple in about a week.
Where are feeds of Burrell letting that ball fall in front of him last night, the one my sister could have caught? Wheels said it all by his silence.
Maybe Conlin is right, maybe we ought to go back to the good ole days.