
Only in Philadelphia do we have an MVP one year and the next year the guy is bashing the fans. For those of you who missed it, Jimmy Rollins had this to say on The Best Damm Sports Show last night:
“There are times,” he said. “I might catch some flak for saying this, but, you know, they’re front-runners. When you’re doing good, they’re on your side. When you’re doing bad, they’re completely against you.” He went on. “For example, Ryan Howard is from St. Louis and St. Louis, it seems like they support their team, they’re out there and encouraging. In Philly, can’t be no punk.”
Ok first of all Jimmy, let me clue you in on a few minor details about us fans. We aren’t front runners. You see, in order to be front runners, that would require our teams to be winning. Unless I got roofied in 2nd grade and just woke up yesterday, I don’t recall this team winning, let alone being in first, too many times in my lifetime. Secondly, you just won an MVP (and yes it probably should have gone to Matt Holliday, there I said it) and the next year you’re being benched twice for breaking the manager’s two cardinal rules. Great example you’re setting for your team. Who is always the last one to arrive at the ballpark every night? You. Who, just two weeks ago, said the games matter most at the end of the year? You. Cool, then by all means take some games off here and there to get yourself ready to play in late September. Third, you play in Philadelphia. We don’t give a shit what you think of us as fans. Really we don’t. We have eaten players such as Charles Barkley, Donovan McNabb, Eric Lindros, Allen Iverson, and Mike Schmidt alive and shit them back out, blood and all. We don’t care who you are, or what you’ve won on a personal level. We care about the one thing that we can’t seem to acquire, and that is a championship. And we feel even more helpless because we have no control over it. You are the guy strapping on the jersey, allegedly leading the team out onto the field, and the one who can help us realize our dream of someday not being a big city of pathetic losers. All we have is the cheer, and when warranted, the boo. So really, excuse us for booing you when you don’t run out a fly ball or strike out for the third time. They teach that shit in Little League you dumb fucker. This isn’t St. Louis. We don’t abstain from booing because we’re too tired from having sex with our niece the night before.
Jimmy, you’re just so dumb that it baffles me. I thought you were better than this. You have officially joined a long line of Philadelphia athletes who just don’t fucking get it. If you go out there and win something, you will be forever immortalized in the city. That means more endorsements, more money, more pussy, and louder cheers until the day you retire. You may go down as the greatest Philly shortstop ever, but you’re killing yourself right now. Be an MVP and shut the fuck up right now. Win some games. That’s a good starting point.