At times over the offseason, I dipped into a more negative mindset regarding the Phillies. In one post in particular, I encouraged readers to follow me into a "nightmare world" of my own concoction, in which I encouraged people to picture young Phillies players starting to implode.
"Perhaps now," I thought later, ignoring the wails of the damned that never stop in my head, "is a good time to engage in some lighter fare."
Enter Pete Mackanin, the fresh-faced Phillies manager whose back is not yet hunched from years of strategizing, formulating, and tricking Larry Bowa into taking his meds by hiding them in a piece of cheese.