The Philadelphia Phillies can’t seem to figure out what’s going on. Even their meetings during pitcher transitions look awkward as if they don’t quite know what to say to each other.
Words that describe their posturing include perplexed, apprehensive, reticent, stymied and tight-lipped. They almost imitate little leaguers who don’t know what they’re supposed to do next.
If it weren’t so ridiculous, one could feel sorry for them. Then again, maybe not.
After all, these are grown men who are paid millions of dollars to play a game they supposedly love. It’s a lifestyle that few are privileged to experience. And since they’ve reached the pinnacle of their chosen profession, it would be reasonable to assume their level of proficiency would be above reproach.
Yet, the quality of their work continues to be highly suspect. Witness the last two games against the lowly Cleveland Indians. Outscored 20-2, two of the Phillies best pitchers were soundly routed. Roy Halladay and Cliff Lee were last seen trying to throw stones in Lake Erie — but missing.
As little leaguers, there would have been no post-game trips to Dairy Queen. Instead, there might have been extra batting practice after each game, although that’s probably frowned upon on these carefully manicured lawns.
Now, the Phillies face the Miami Marlins at Citizen’s Bank Park in a four game series. It’s not a good feeling. What might have been a time of rousing fun and good old-fashion blowouts has taken on a different, angst-filled aura.
Okay, maybe the worry over the Marlins is a bit overstated. But, the Phils need a sweep, nothing less. The cake walk schedule ends next week as they hit the road for a challenging West coast swing against the San Francisco Giants and Arizona Diamondbacks.
Coincidentally, the first team they play after the upcoming road trip is, the Indians. As the inimitable Yogi Berra once said, “It’s deja vu all over again”.
