Were You Listening?: A Found Poem

by FuquaManuel on May 24, 2011 3:27 PM EDT

Composed by FuquaManuel

(Via Mandy Housenick with a h/t to The Good Phight Poet Laureate Wet Luzinski)

When Chase Utley stepped into the batter's box Monday night,

the cheers he got were near deafening.

And they went

and on

and on.

People simply wouldn't sit down.

But

all Utley did was stand there.

No wave of his hand.

No tip of his cap.

Why?

Would it have been so hard

to quickly acknowledge

the largest crowd ever to attend

a regular-season game at Citizens Bank Park.

Even former players do it,

most recently Jayson Werth.

Jim Thome's done it.

Pat Burrell's done it.

Somebody said on Twitter last night

Utley doesn't have to

because he doesn't like to show emotion.

Believe me,

neither did Burrell

or Werth.

I'm not saying Utley had to

get down

and bow to the fans

like the Phanatic did to him before the game.

Just a simple wave

or a tip of his cap

would have sufficed.

An acknowledgement of some sort.

A little appreciation goes a long way.

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Mandy didn’t realize the 1st warm up swing last night was just for her?

"Call me dumb, call me stupid, whatever. I block shots."
@boknows71

by boknows71 on May 24, 2011 3:36 PM EDT reply actions

Shades of William Carlos Williams — beautiful and devastating.

by Trev223 on May 24, 2011 4:10 PM EDT reply actions

I thought it was very Utley-like to not acknowledge it. Why should he start kissing ass now? It would be forced. Can’t anyone just be fucking happy he’s back instead of trying to make something negative out of a postive?

Mandy, have a drink and write about real issues, like Blanton seeing Dr. James Andrews. Gulp!

What kind of plane is it? Oh, it's a big pretty white plane with red stripes, curtains in the windows and wheels and it looks like a big ol' Tylenol.

by doubleh on May 24, 2011 4:46 PM EDT reply actions

This is Mandy’s schtick.

The Good Phight, Big Black Kids, fun!

by FuquaManuel on May 24, 2011 4:47 PM EDT up reply actions

Oh, good to know. I’ll avoid her in the future. Get enough of this stuff with the Inky guys like Fitzpatrick and Smallwood.

What kind of plane is it? Oh, it's a big pretty white plane with red stripes, curtains in the windows and wheels and it looks like a big ol' Tylenol.

by doubleh on May 24, 2011 4:50 PM EDT up reply actions

Yeah, she’s really the most laughably awful writer on the beat. Total dunce.

The Good Phight, Big Black Kids, fun!

by FuquaManuel on May 24, 2011 4:59 PM EDT up reply actions

Oh god, I just read a twitter argument between her and Dash Treyhorn. Basically, she gave the winning percentage w/ and w/o Chase for the Phillies, and it turned out that it was higher w/o him. And then she pretends like that means something, and that Chase can’t be seen as the savior for the offense because of it. Augh.

by philsandthrills on May 24, 2011 5:23 PM EDT up reply actions

Yeah, she’s so dull that she can’t even comprehend her basic logical fallacy there. I think most middle schoolers would be able to figure out what is wrong with that argument.

But if she wants to make stupid arguments about baseball, that’s okay with me. My problem is that she lets her stupid little grudges against players become the basis for launching into these idiotic part-statistical, part-intangibles attacks on some of the most talented players on the team. So none of this stuff is actually done with the intent of informing her readership, it’s just a part of her campaign of character assassination because a player snubbed her for an interview one time but she passes it off as “analysis.” It’s fucking deceitful and she’s too stupid to do a good job covering it up.

The Good Phight, Big Black Kids, fun!

by FuquaManuel on May 24, 2011 5:36 PM EDT up reply actions

Utley could have pulled a white hanky from his back pocket and waved it with a flourish, Pavarotti style. I think Mandy would appreciate the continental approach.

by delco_T on May 24, 2011 6:26 PM EDT reply actions