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GM for the Day

By Dan MacNeal

If I woke up tomorrow morning as Ruben Amaro, Jr. and GM of the Phillies I’d have a list of what I could do to help the Phillies in one day.   First, if I was Amaro, I’d be going to President David Montgomery’s office (probably find him sleeping, nestled with his World Series ring) and login to his e-mail and delete the tens of thousands of e-mails asking for me to be fired.  Most likely, ol’ Monty doesn’t know how to use e-mail, but I might as well as delete them just in case.

Nice suit, Danny Mac!

Secondly, I’d go down to the locker room and put a wooden chair in front of Danys Baez’s locker, and force him to kick it.  Not talking about one of those weak “I’ll knock the chair down kicks”; I mean a wind up and boot that sucker like a “David Akers trying to nail a 55 yarder to win the game” kick.  Then I’d call up whoever from the Iron Pigs, doesn’t matter who it is.

After I have finished with Baez, I’d find Greg Dobbs whiffing while trying to hit off a tee.  Time to cut bait with him.  Calling up Jason Donald in his place.  Oh, we traded him? Cripes, do we have any decent talent semi-ready for the big leagues? No? Can I still put in a phone call to Nomar? Ok, ok, I’m kidding.  Red rover, red rover send Cody Ransom over….I guess. Not many options with that one. Chuck, keep him glued to the bench until I can trade away a prospect for another journeyman infielder.

Matter of fact, I’m letting everyone in the organization know to not let me do anything involving prospects from here on out.  Dominic Brown must be protected from my destruction.  After that memo is sent out, I’m going to ask Jayson Werth’s agent to grab a bite with me. Wherever he wants, price is no object.  Hopefully I can use this little slump to my advantage for negotiations. How sneaky am I?!?

As for Mr. Ibanez, well fans of the team that won the NL that I built (okay, I know Gillick did most of the work but still), it seems there is nothing really I can do at this point.  Maybe if this was next year and Dom Brown was destroying AAA, putting Ibanez into a bench role would be alright.  No, friends, we may have to ride this one out and hope Rauuuuuulll remembers how to hit.  Only if those sneaky Giants didn’t sign Pat Burrell! Damn, we thought by doing nothing to sign him for two weeks, we’d be able to snatch him up easier! Damn you, Brian Sabien! Who do you think you are?!?

I think next, I’ll head down to McFadden’s and try some of their famous nachos (and you thought this post wouldn’t have nachos in it!!) After that, I’ll spend the rest of my day praying that Halladay’s arm doesn’t fall off until after I’m gone.  If I’m gone, it’s Proefrock’s problem, not mine!

And now, it’s time to wake up.  Boy, listening to McCarthy and Wheels drone on just put me to sleep…wow, dreaming I was GM of the Phils, wow, what a dream.  Or was it…?

This blog post is satire, obviously I do know being a major league GM is hard work and you can’t always listen to the fans or you’ll end up sitting with them (as the old saying goes). Just having a little fun at Rube’s expense.

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A Plea to All Fans

By Dan MacNeal

Don’t act like a moron.  That’s all I (and 44,000+ others) ask.

We all heard the story last week about the guy who puked on the father and daughter.  A couple idiots had to get so bombed that they don’t even know what they are doing and end up ruining a game for the people around them.

This plea extends past the Phillies, to all sports, all cities.  We’ve heard about the father and son attacking a Royals first base coach in Chicago.  Or the time the fan threw beer onto Shane Victorino. I can keep going on and on with examples about idiots at games; it happens all the time. 

If the problem is alcohol (and it seems like it is), people either need to know their limits or stop coming to games.  Sure, the vendors say you’re only allowed two beers at a time, but it’s so easy to circumvent that.  Especially when a person goes with a group of friends.  With beers being around $7 or $8, people are dropping a lot of money – not that I care, it’s not mine. But it doesn’t make much sense. 

Personally I have no idea why I’d want to pay $25, $40, $60 for a ticket, spend a ton of money on beer or other alcohol, and not even remember what I saw.  Could you imagine going to a game where Roy Halladay pitches a perfect game and not remembering it at all?

I have no problem with drinking at a game; I love tailgating.  But I know that I’m there to enjoy a game and that others sitting around me want to do that as well.  Sure I don’t mind partying before or after a game but acting the fool is not cool.

I feel lucky that I’ve never really had a problem with people directly near me at any game I’ve been to (except maybe the girl who was so drunk she puked on a girl in front of her on the Flyers bus trip to Jersey, but that’s another story for another day). 

Have a good time at games, but be reasonable and respect others around you.

Back From Hershey

Well I’m back from my adventure to Hershey Friday. Got to the park around 12:30, did a few rides until 3:30 when the clouds opened up on us. Ate, tailgated for the Dave Matthews Band concert, got the show’s poster, then headed in to enjoy three hours of music. Then we journeyed home so I could work from three until ten.

So I get back and the two things that stick out the most to me were a murder in the parking lot during the game from a fight in McFadden’s and some assclown with a laser pointer shining it on Albert Pujols of the Cardinals while Standing in the batter’s box. I’m just dumb founded at some of the idiots that attend Phillies games. Read the articles because I’m too ashamed to go into detail.