The Five Stages of Grief After the Frontrunner Comment from Jimmy Rollins
Last week, on the Best Damn Sports Show Period, Jimmy Rollins told host Chris Rose that Phillie fans were “frontrunners.” Though Rose tried to soften the blow by alluding to the fact that all cities are like that in certain ways, Rollins would not back down. “When you’re doing good, they’re on your side. When you’re doing bad, they’re completely against you.” These comments - from my favorite current Philadelphia athlete - hit me very, very hard.
There is a psychological theory about the stages of grief that human beings experience when they face loss or emotional damage. (Please understand that that I am not, in any way, trying to compare anything that happens in sports to the loss of a loved one or any other major life event that creates immense grief.). And, it seems to be right in line with my experience over the past couple days.
Stage One: Denial & Isolation
At first, I saw the report, but did not hear Jimmy’s words. I figured it was just another media creation. I figured that, because the media absolutely loves to villify Philadelphia fans, they would take anything that remotely sounded like an admonishment of our character from one of our heroes and run with it. I figured that Jimmy was just a little frustrated and just really wants to win. I mean, after all, he loves Philly, and we love him. Then, I heard the actual interview. Then I saw Jimmy’s words…
Stage Two: Anger
I could not believe that Rollins could possibly have the audacity to call out us. I really believed that he understood, that he “got it.” I was irate that he could possibly say such things after all we have been through together. We watched him and cheered him, as he struggled in the beginning of his career. We stuck by him when he was clearly one of the worst leadoff hitters in baseball because we saw potential and we loved his defense. We pushed for him to finally get the much-deserved Gold Glove. We backed him up when he called out the Mets in Spring Training, saying (correctly) that the Phillies were the team to beat. We all felt a collective sense of pride - our little guy was all growned up - last year when he played his heart out, logging an amazing 716 at-bats, winning a much-deserved MVP award and leading this team, physically and emotionally, into the playoffs. And, finally, this year, we have given him all of the breaks he has earned. He is hitting .266, folks. He has 41 strikeouts and only 56 runs scored. He has been difficult to the manager on (at least) two occasions. And, we have given him a break. Hell, he deserves it. So, then, why in the WORLD would he possibly call US out?!? Why?!? Why?!? WHY?!? There are a lot of negative things that can be said about Philly fans. Being “frontrunners” is just plain WRONG. We stick by this team. We sell out the stadium EVERY NIGHT for a team whose fans have to be in their mid-30’s to even remember a championship and has not even won a playoff game in FIFTEEN YEARS. This city, these fans, are loyal - to a fault. We live and die with these teams, which is great if you root for the New York Yankees or the New England Patriots or the Duke Blue Devils or USA Swimming, but it stings and burns and just plain hurts if you root for any team from Philly because there is a whole lot of “dying” and not much “living.” Frontrunners?!? Not even close.
Stage Three: Bargaining (Rationalizing)
Eventually, I settled down and moved into the third stage, which is when I tried to rationalize these comments. Maybe he is just frustrated because the team is struggling right now. Maybe he is irritated because of his nagging injuries that are not allowing him to play at his best. Maybe this is something that will just pass by, as if it never really happened. Maybe if the team just starts winning, this will all forgotten (after all, we are frontrunners, right?). Maybe this will be a spark for a team that seems to desparately need one right now. Maybe… Maybe… Maybe…
Stage Four: Depression
I can honestly say that this whole thing has brought me close to actual tears. I have invested all my emotional capital into this team - this man - and now he calls me a frontrunner? Now, I am accused of being disloyal to a team that has taken me on a roller-coaster with far more down than ups, with me all the while holding on to that one glimmer of hope that this might be the year. Let us be honest, for a second: they are not going to win the World Series. They have one quality starting pitcher, and he has been mediocre for the better part of two months. They have a flawed lineup that strikes out far too much and is downright terrible after the #6 spot in the lineup. They have glaring holes at catcher and third base. They have a patchwork bullpen that is completely overworked and was not even that good to begin with. This team is just not a World Series-caliber team. But, I still believe. I watched the Cardinals win in ‘06 and the White Sox in ‘05. I saw the Tigers and Rockies both make runs to through their leagues with blatantly flawed teams. I know that the Florida Marlins have never had a team good enough to even win their own division, yet they fly not one, but two World Championship banners in their laughably empty stadium. So, why not us? I still watch. I still follow. I still believe. But, Jimmy Rollins thinks I am disloyal. Jimmy Rollins thinks I only care about the team when they are good (when was that, exactly, Jimmy?). Yes, we may all be just rooting for laundry, but this time, that 5′8″ guy in the #11 shirt has broken my heart.
Stage Five: Acceptance
Maybe I am naive. Maybe I am clinging on to a childish passion. Maybe I should take this as a cue that sports are just entertainment, and that I should not invest as much emotion and passion into a bunch of spoiled, narcissistic, self-serving athletes who have no real connection even to my city, let alone me, personally. Maybe I should continue to watch Olympic sports, where at least the athletes care about the uniforms they wear and want to represent all those that believe in those colors. Maybe, one day, I will reach this fifth stage of grief. Maybe I will understand that what Jimmy Rollins says or thinks or feels matters not at all in my life. Maybe, one day…
Unfortunately, that day is not today, so I am stuck in Stage Four.

For example, if you talk to any of the 1993 Phillies about “season momentum,” they will probably all mention things like the miracle comeback against the Giants, the Mariano Duncan grand slam off of Lee Arthur Smith on Memorial Day, the Milt Thompson catch in San Diego, and the infamous Mitch Williams game-winning hit at 4:41 in the morning. And, all of these things will be mentioned in the context of spurring on the team, building character, and setting the table for the wonderful season that was ahead of them. Well, 15 years later, if this Phillies team is going to provide magical memories for today’s 14-year olds like the 1993 team did for me at 14, a reference to last night’s game against the Mets might just appear on a Phillies blog in 2023.
were made with the next three hitters, starting with the signature play of the whole comeback. With the bases loaded and nobody out, down by 3, Carlos Ruiz hit a high chopper over the mound, where Jose Reyes barehanded it and tried to run to the bag for the force at second. However, Reyes must have misjudged just who was running from first, as Victorino, one of the fastest players in all of baseball (and who always gets a great jump and runs hard) beat Reyes to the bag–safe all-around. Still down two, however, the Phillies went to light-hitting reserve outfielder, So Taguchi with the game on the line. Taguchi fought off several nasty two-strike pitches before delivering the big hit–a game-tying double over the head of Endy Chavez in rightfield (which also got new Phillie starter, Joe Blanton, off the hook for the loss). Jimmy Rollins delivered the third consecutive memory of the inning, as he laced a double down the line, giving the Phillies a 7-5 lead (adding another on a botched double-play back to the mound), which would be more than enough for Brad Lidge to nail it down.
They did not really give up that much for him. The Phillies unloaded three prospects to the A’s, with the best being an A-ball secondbaseman Adrian Cardenas. Cardenas was a sandwich pick in the 2006 draft and was drafted as trade bait from the very beginning, considering the Phillies are pretty comfortable with their secondbase situation in the foreseeable future. They also gave up their 2007 third-round pick, Matthew Spencer (an outfielder in A-ball) and their 2005 10th round pick, Josh Outman (a left-handed relief pitcher in AA). Outman will probably reach the bigs, but does not project to anything more than a specialist left-hander, and Spencer has a decent “upside” and has a chance to reach the bigs, but is only currently hitting .249 at Clearwater. So, in the grand scheme of things, I do not think that the Phillies will be looking back on this trade and kicking themselves about the guys that they gave up.
Randy Wolf — I love Randy Wolf, trust me, I do. He was a warrior throughout his time here and I think he is a very good pitcher. However, I think it is clear that Wolf is much more comfortable on the West Coast–not because he is soft or sensitive, but just because that is where his family is and that is where he wants to be. For this reason, Wolf is probably a bit of a “rental,” and personally, I do not think he is good enough to “rent.”
A.J. Burnett — I am actually bigger on Burnett than many people, as far as what he could bring to the Phillies for this year. Plus, I do not think that it would cost all that much, in terms of prospects, for us to get him. If he was on a one-year deal OR a long-term contract, then I would probably say “Go get him.” However, he is on neither (or both). Burnett has a player option for the next two years on his contract at over $13 million per year. That means that if Burnett comes here and pitches well, he opts out and the Phillies cannot afford him. But, if he comes over and struggles or gets hurt, he stays on the books for two years. That is bad for the Phillies. Still, I would like to see what he can do here because I think his stuff speaks for itself.
Joe Blanton — Yes, his numbers kind of stink this year. Yes, the A’s are incredible at taking prospects from teams that amount to stars. So, yes, I am terrified to trade with Billy Beane for a bad pitcher. However, I think Blanton has great stuff and may just need the ole “change of scenery.” He only makes $3.8 million this year and is arbitration-eligible for the next two years, so this could be a move for ‘09 and ‘10 also. I do not think it would take either of the Phillies two best prospects to get him, either. So, I say, take a shot at Blanton.
Erik Bedard — Let me state the following first: Erik Bedard has proven, on multiple occasions that he has no heart and no onions. Living in Baltimore, I have heard countless stories from angry, impassioned fans talking about how Bedard would ask out of games and just simply refuse to put it up for his teammates. That scares the crap out of me. BUT…he is really, really good. It is not often that you can acquire a guy of that caliber at all, let alone for about sixty cents on the dollar, which is all it would seem to take to pry him out of a bad situation in Seattle. The Phillies NEED a pitcher, and Bedard is one of the most talented pitchers on the planet. Go get him!
In an era of opinions that change as the wind blows, and that old saying of “15 minutes of fame” becoming more and more literal, there is really something to be said for a guy who has broadcast the championship of a sport for three and a half decades. Packer is probably as good as it gets when it comes to in-game basketball analysis, and would probably make a better coach than most people who are currently paid to do so. So, it would be pretty safe to say that the ending of the career of a guy who is has been the best at what he does for the entire span of my lifetime would cause me some sadness and influence me to “pay my respects” to a great career. Or, at the very least, have my mind wax sentimentally about all the great Final Four games that Packer has called…all the memories.
Now, all of the above incidents were basketball-related and can, therefore, be forgiven and chalked up to a man who just thinks he is infallible when it comes to his trade–not a positive quality, but far from exposing a serious personality flaw in the man. However, there are several incidents through Packer’s career that may give display to the fact that not only is Packer arrogant and condescending about basketball, but he is probably a cruel, possibly even bigoted individual.