I attended the last of the three-game series against the New York Mets at Citifield on Thursday night, hoping and wishing and praying that my presence alone would break the Phillies out of the ridiculous slump they are mired in right now.
It didn’t work.
Even though I did have a wonderful time taking in the game, even with the two hour rain delay, watching these Phillies in person was painful. I’ve never seen such listlessness in my life. You can really see the toll that Jimmy Rollins’ absence from the lineup is taking on this team. There’s no fire, no passion. I understand that this happens to every club at some point in a season. It’s very easy to get in to a team-wide funk. But there comes a moment when one person needs to be the spark plug, getting angry, getting the rest of the team fired up. Being shut out three out of four games, including two in a row to your most hated rival? Unacceptable. This last game should have been a break-out-the-bats-let’s-get-aggressive-on-the-basepaths type of game. Instead, it was an exact clone of the previous two.
This is a team that has risen to the ranks of the elite in Major League Baseball in the last three years. Right now, they look like they should be at the bottom of every journalists weekly Power Rankings. And it’s not going to get easier. June is looking to be a very tough month… NL East rivals Marlins and Braves, then a string of interleague series including the Red Sox, Yankees and Blue Jays.
The Phillies getting swept in New York does not bother me. The Phillies laying down and dying? That bothers me.
About the Author
Written by Bryan Sargent
Bryan Sargent is a lifelong Phillies fan, currently residing in the least hospitable city for such a person as himself, New York City. This coming January he will be attending Phillies Phantasy Camp in Clearwater, FL. He is currently documenting the entire process on his blog (http://www.bryansargent.com). You can contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org or follow on Twitter @BTSargent.