"This word, I do not think it means what you think it means."

So, your 2007 MVP (which stands, of course, for Most Voracious Prognosticator) Jimmy Rollins thinks Phillies fans are frontrunners. He'd rather we acted like the fans in St. Louis. I wish I could've seen the look on Ryan's face as he and his hometown got pulled into Hurricane Jimmy's path of destruction (which, of course, has made most of its stops in the 1st innings of Phillies games since his return from the DL.) I can't blame you, Jim, for being a fuckin idiot, given you were already playing professional baseball by age 18, and I'm pretty sure "frontrunner" is a strictly university-level vocab word. But let me give you a quick rundown: it implies a)that the fans in question are rooting for a winning team and b)that they're new to the party. So ya know, those 3 million Phillies fans who packed the stadium last year, when Dr. Triple and the bunch stood in first place for a grand total of 3 days, they don't count for shit? All those deafening crowds which clearly got into the heads of the Mets last september, they were only there for the good times? Give me a break. I'm not gonna try to throw the one championship in 125 years thing at you, because I understand you weren't around for that. But you've been around since 2001. So I ask you, Mr. Glide, how many rings you wearin? Shut the fuck up and play baseball because there's no frontrunning team for us to be on the bandwagon of. What you surely were trying to say is you perceive Philly fans as fickle, not frontrunners, because we boo perhaps as frequently as we cheer. And lately, we especially boo you. I'm sorry if your little feelings are hurt, but trust me when I say there's nothing fickle and no frontrunning about it. Any fan who wouldn't boo a reigning MVP having statistically his worst season, getting repeatedly benched for a lack of effort and a negative attitude, and doing so all while running his usually tolerable mouth, simply doesn't care. I watched your one good game in August (which, as I worried at the time, was entirely a result of seeing Ian Snell on the mound) and more importantly, I listened to it. Mild applause each and every time you approached the plate, massive applause every time you slid into third base, as well as every time you showed off your sparkling glove and cannon arm. When you strike out on 3 pitches, or ground out feebly to second, or display your vaunted warning track power, we boo. And not, as Todd Zolecki would have you believe, because Andy Ashby was a bust...that's why we booed Andy Ashby. No, we boo you, Jimmy, because we know you're capable of better, and we know this team is capable of practically anything when you're doing it. If you wouldn't boo yourself right now, I would question your loyalty and passion as a fan. I would wonder why you even waste time watching baseball if it doesn't tear you apart inside to see your favorite team's best player acting like the last thing on earth he cares about is playing baseball. What the fuck do you want me to cheer about?