It’s rare, dear Reader, that we would ever ask you to bother reading an entire article from the Inky sports page, but bear with us ‚Äî if only because it demonstrates the degree to which Phillies management has no clue. It concerns the dismissal of Sal Fasano, the Phillies catcher whom many Philebrity readers will recognize with tenderness as (up until now) the team’s single ray of light in another otherwise completely frustrating season. Sal, of course, was the fella who rolled into spring training this year with a mullet and porn-stache, ground it out until he was unwillingly (and perhaps unnecessarily) put on the DL, and who, perhaps most importantly, was the inspiration for Sal’s Pals, the loose upper-deck club who’d come to as many home games as possible with painted-on moustaches and mullet wigs. Sal and his pals brought a kind of sweetness and light to the Phils this year where it was direly needed. And over the weekend came the news that he was up on the trading block. Meanwhile, the Phils are keeping all 13 of their pitchers (when, seriously, like what, maybe 3 of them are even decent?), and Fasano’s own batting average is .243, which is not great, but for the Phillies, it ain’t half bad, either. To say nothing of the fact that for much of the season, it’s been Sal and Sal alone who you could point to whenever you needed a boost for morale. Why? Because he’s a sweet fucking dude, that’s why. So to the Phillies we say on this bright Monday morning: Haven’t you guys fucked up enough this season? Undesignate Sal at once, and get your heads out of your freaking asses. If it helps, you can say you just found out he was beating his wife and you need to see “how it works out” before you send him packing.
Fucking idiots.
Inky: Sweet Pal ‘o Mine

This entry was posted on Monday, July 24th, 2006 at 10:02 am.