The Phillies have numerous of entries into the lexicon of bobblehead history. Some are terrible.
Baseball finds all kinds of ways to pass the time until its return. For instance, every January, the BBWAA decides which former players will be allowed into a little club, preceding the decision with at times insufferable, uninformed opining, and following it with pretty much the same thing. In the middle, deserving players *might* be inducted, but the whole process isn't really about that anymore.
Fortunately, that awful, awful time on the baseball calendar is followed swiftly by the celebration of the sport's most treasured artifact, other than Julio Franco: small figurines with abnormally large heads that move on their own.