Phillies everywhere-player/adorable dude Freddy Galvis was sent away last night after a stupid loss that was dumb.
Freddy, considered the extra piece at this point, was moved to make room for the undoubtably invaluable John McDonald, who is a person.
It makes complete sense that this team would reject a youthful spark plug, capable of stellar defense. The Phillies’ war machine of gross old parts would have only slowly digested him anyway, until he was a dried out husk of skin, lying there at shortstop, breaking into pieces as grounders bump into him.
In a season marked by consistent failure, Freddy’s bat just didn’t materialize. It looked like it might there for a bit. And then of course, there was the time when it was too early to start making judgments about players’ worth. But it’s almost July, and Freddy just didn’t make himself valuable enough to the Phillies to warrant a back stage pass for the remainder of this freak show. At least at triple A, he’ll be able to play regularly and develop further.
He’ll twiddle his thumbs in Lehigh for the time being, but who are we kidding? One of these guys is going to burst a blood vessel any minute now and Freddy will be the first guy back on the bus. So really, see you soon, Freddy.
I miss Freddy.