13 minutes ago, e-a-g-l-e-s eagles! said:

Naw the spurs have been awful closing out games

This is the most ridiculous choke of a series I’ve ever seen. That last rebound on the free throw is a perfect example. Wemby/Spurs don’t want it enough.

9 minutes ago, hputenis said:

This is the most ridiculous choke of a series I’ve ever seen. That last rebound on the free throw is a perfect example. Wemby/Spurs don’t want it enough.

The issue with the Spurs is two front. First, the 3 best players on that team are all 22 or younger. I felt going into the series even though the Knicks didn’t have finals experience, that their overall experience because they’re an older team than the Spurs would help them on this stage.

Secondly, the head coach for the Spurs was awful in this series. Besides misusing timeouts all series, the fact that Fox was still playing as many minutes in this game as he was in this game 5 was ridiculous. he was the worst player on the court. Spurs HC along with inexperience caught up with them.

When the Knicks went up 3-0 on Cleveland, I put $100 on them to win the title because they were getting +265. Imo were ridiculous odds considering spurs/Okc were beating each other up. Add on spurs youth and OKC wasn’t healthy. Albeit i do think if OKC is healthy they are a worse matchup for the Knicks

4 hours ago, Bwestbrook36 said:

I absolutely hate the spurs and can slightly stomach the knicks because of the villinova boys

Yeah the Nova trio makes it ok for one year

Big W which secures a .500 roadtrip and now with our Ace up to make it 4-2.

Any time they get a split on Nola/Painter starts, they are in really good shape.

1 hour ago, eagle45 said:

Any time they get a split on Nola/Painter starts, they are in really good shape.

Especially on the road and even more so against a good team like the Brewers.

25 minutes ago, e-a-g-l-e-s eagles! said:

Id be good with Suzuki but I'm not sure what the Cubs would want compared to what the Phils have to offer.

22 minutes ago, John Blutarski said:

Id be good with Suzuki but I'm not sure what the Cubs would want compared to what the Phils have to offer.

Something tells me that he won’t be getting traded since the Cubs are still in it for the wild card

29 minutes ago, John Blutarski said:

Id be good with Suzuki but I'm not sure what the Cubs would want compared to what the Phils have to offer.

He has some health issues. Plus cubs in the race i don’t see them trading him to a team in the same race they are competing with.

I would go after Adell and Reid Demer. I mentioned Detmer about a month ago as a guy who has controllable years, young and has good stuff. Has also been a reliever so he can transition there in the playoffs if you don’t want to use him as a starter.

I feel like Jackson chourio always kills us.

Great throw by Marchan

Turner being awful fielding the ball cost the Phillies another run. How that was ruled a hit is pretty embarrassing.

Sanchez has looked shaky all game. That homer pitch was right over the plate. Either he doesn’t have his best stuff or brewers picked up something. Seems like the latter as even the crap brewers hitters are making contact along with not his best

Also point out don’t have Marchan catch Sanchez. Marchan has been notoriously bad with everyone this year. Every starter has a noticeable increase in era with him

Oh well, guess Sanchez was due for a less than stellar outing

They’re just not gonna beat quality teams consistently

10 minutes ago, Joe Shades 73 said:

They’re just not gonna beat quality teams consistently

14-13 against current playoff teams. Granted that includes a 6-0 vs padres

8 minutes ago, e-a-g-l-e-s eagles! said:

14-13 against current playoff teams. Granted that includes a 6-0 vs padres

Does this include todays upcoming loss?

Just now, Joe Shades 73 said:

Does this include todays upcoming loss?

Yeah i counted it already as a loss

If Stott wasn’t a LH hitter I’d make the argument Stott should move up to where Turner is hitting and Turner down to where Stott is. Since beginning of May, Stott is slashing .248/.302/.463/.765 whereas Turner is slashing .192/.229/.293/.522

47 minutes ago, e-a-g-l-e-s eagles! said:

If Stott wasn’t a LH hitter I’d make the argument Stott should move up to where Turner is hitting and Turner down to where Stott is. Since beginning of May, Stott is slashing .248/.302/.463/.765 whereas Turner is slashing .192/.229/.293/.522

Turner is Fn terrible. Amazing he was NL batting leader last year now hitting 220 almost halfway through the season. As mentioned its affecting the whole lineup including Schwarber.

I used an AI website to come up with a description of Trea Turner, this is hilarious, it is long but worth it

They call it the Trea Turner Decade, and it is spoken of only in hushed, funeral tones down in the 700 Level, where the whiskey flows like the Schuylkill after a storm and the pessimism is the only thing heavier than the humid Pennsylvania air. You sit in your seat—Section 307, Row 15, the same seat your grandfather warmed when Mike Schmidt was a god and not a memory—and you watch the Jumbotron flicker to life. The organ doesn’t play a triumphant charge anymore when the lineup appears. It plays a dirge. A requiem. And then there he is, batting second, playing shortstop, earning roughly thirty-seven thousand dollars per inning whether he produces or not.

Trea Turner. The $300 Million Millstone.

They sold you the dream back in the winter of ‘22, didn’t they? The speed. The bat-to-ball skills. The idea that you were signing a Ferrari when, in fact, you were handcuffing yourself to a rusted-out minivan with a busted transmission and eight years—*eight goddamn years*—remaining on the lease. The front office, those brilliant architects of despair, looked at the analytics, ignored the warning signs, and stapled the franchise to this man like a note pinned to a corpse. And now you’re trapped. You’re all trapped.

The mathematics of his incompetence is staggering. He is the human embodiment of the exclusive OR gate—**he can hit, OR he can field, but never both, and frequently neither.**

When the bat finds his shoulder with that high, tight stance that looks like he’s preparing to swat a fly with a canoe paddle, there is a brief, terrible window where the ball actually leaves the infield. For three glorious weeks in May, he’ll hit .340, spraying line drives into the gap, stealing bases with that deceptive speed that makes him look like he’s running underwater while everyone else is in quicksand. The city stirs. The radio hosts cautiously whisper that maybe he’s turned the corner. And then, as if possessed by a spirit of athletic malevolence, his glove transforms into a slab of granite.

You’ve seen it. The routine ground ball that eats him alive. The transfer from glove to hand that takes longer than a DMV visit. The throw—oh, Christ, the throw—that sails into the dugout or skips past the first baseman like a stone across a pond. He’ll botch three errors in a single inning, each one more creative than the last, a performance art piece titled The Impossibility of Competence. And the crowd—your crowd, the people who once booed Santa Claus and would do it again with relish—lets him have it. The booing doesn’t start as a ripple. It starts as a tsunami. It is a sound like tearing metal, a collective exhalation of pure, refined hatred that could power the city grid for a week.

But wait! He’ll make a diving stop the next night, a truly spectacular play that reminds you, cruelly, of what he’s supposed to be, and you’ll think, Maybe the defense is back. And that’s when the bat dies. He’ll go 0-for-4 with three punchouts, swinging at sliders in the dirt like he’s trying to excavate a grave for his own career. He’ll ground into double plays with the bases loaded and the game on the line, watching the pivot man at second base with the hollow, thousand-yard stare of a man who knows he is mathematically guaranteed $27 million annually until the heat death of the universe.

The clubhouse is a morgue. The young players—your prospects, your hope—walk on eggshells around him because he is the anointed albatross, the guy you can’t bench, can’t trade, and can’t release. DFA Trea Turner? The owner would sooner burn the stadium down for the insurance money. So he plays. Every day. He plays through the slumps, the yips, the throwing errors that have become so routine the official scorer just marks them as "E6—Trea” without looking up from his crossword puzzle. The manager sends him out there because the contract dictates it, because sunk cost fallacy isn’t a fallacy when it’s the size of the GDP of a small island nation.

And the fans—**everyone hates him.** Not the polite, Twitter-appropriate dislike. The real stuff. The vitriol. You see it in the signs held up behind home plate: TREA FOR FREE. TAKE HIM. PLEASE. You hear it in the chants that start in the fourth inning of every home game, rhythmic and biblical in their intensity: Over-rated! (Clap-clap-clapclapclap). You see it in the way the concession workers grimace when he strikes out looking, the way the beer sales spike in the bottom of the first when he’s due up, liquid courage needed to witness the ritual sacrifice of another rally.

The sports radio lines burn red-hot for hours after every game. The hosts don’t even pretend to analyze anymore. They just scream into the void, asking the same question every night: How do we get out of this? The answer is: you don’t. You have eight years left. Eight years of watching a shortstop who moves laterally like he’s wearing ski boots, who throws like he’s trying to hit a piñata blindfolded, who hits like he’s swinging a bag of doorknobs whenever the pressure exceeds a mild breeze. Eight years of watching the division rival Mets or Braves or Nationals (the Nationals, God, the irony) circle the bases on another error, another booted ball, another mental lapse that costs a game in September when the margins are thinner than the patience of the fanbase.

He is the ghost that haunts the infield dirt, the guaranteed money that laughs at the concept of "performance." He will be here when your children graduate high school. He will be here when the rookies of today become the veterans of tomorrow and retire, having known only the era of Trea. He is immovable, unbenchable, unwatchable, and yet—you will watch. You’ll watch because you’re a fan, because you’re trapped in the same prison of loyalty that binds you to this team, this city, this endless, Sisyphean cycle of sports agony.

You’ll sit in Section 307. You’ll drink your overpriced beer. You’ll watch him step into the box, adjust his gloves seventeen times, and pop out to the second baseman on the first pitch. You’ll watch him field a routine grounder, pause as if contemplating the meaning of life, and then launch the ball into the camera well. You’ll watch the scoreboard tick down the years, 8… 7… 6… knowing that there is no escape, no trade, no miracle release.

Only Trea. Only the contract. Only the endless, grinding, beautiful horror of baseball in Philadelphia, where even the fastest man on the field is running in place, and everyone hates him for it.

1 hour ago, John Blutarski said:

Turner is Fn terrible. Amazing he was NL batting leader last year now hitting 220 almost halfway through the season. As mentioned it’s affecting the whole lineup including Schwarber.

I know the Phillies don’t wanna have a L, L, L a top of the lineup because teams later in the game will go to a left-handed pitcher. However, teams are gonna do that anyways cause Turner can’t hit left-handed or right handed pitching. So that’s gonna happen regardless.

So really you’re just giving Turner all these extra bats cause he’s a top of the lineup even though he doesn’t deserve them and he’s not good enough to warrant them. You’re better off just putting Brandon marsh at two or to lead off and get your three best hitters the most bats. It isn’t just that Harper‘s not hitting home runs, if you look since they made that move, his average has dropped as well.

Should really move that kid up to triple A and let him hit there for next month and a half before the deadline