Gimme, Gimme Some Lovin'
What’ya gonna’ do when nobody loves ya?
A team subjected to so much rejection could get a real complex if it had half a mind. That’s a big “if” according to most observers. A GM could get one, too. Frankly, the Phils are better off having refused to give in to the patently obscene contracts handed out thus far this off-season to aging veterans, converted outfielders who strike out a lot and overweight sluggers who flat out cannot field.
As for those who felt Randy Wolf owed the Phils for their loyalty to him as he recovered from Tommy John surgery, sorry, fellas, but you were dreaming all along. The Phillies didn’t do anything 29 other major league clubs would have done under the same circumstances. Indeed, had they been able to opt out from the $9 million they forked over to Wolf for less than half a season’s effort in 2006 they would have rushed to do so.
Right now Wes Helms looks like more than a bargain; he represents fiscal sanity if not the big bat the Phils wanted hittting behind All Everything Ryan Howard. He might turn out to be the sleeper of the Hot Stove League, or he may turn out to be the career .269 batter with a stone glove. One thing he won’t turn out to have been is overpriced and over-hyped. Oh, and one other thing that is kind of novel about Helms: he actually wanted to come here.