Even though the season has just begun, it’s safe to say the Nationals are pleased with their decision to sign Murph.
With his instant offense, great attitude and perfectly moisturized skin the Nats are wondering why the Mets would ever let him go?
They’ve decided the best way to answer their question is to honor the newly minted Beltway hero with a day to recognize his greatness, work ethic and impending 1,000th hit.
That’s right, on “ph” day, as it’s referred to in all internal memos, all players will wear an honorary “ph” at the end of their names. Bakerph, Harperph, Werph, you get the picture. The special Scherphzerph jersey with the double ph (one for each eye color) will be a game time decision. Fans will receive a complimentary chapstick at the gate and are asked to be in their seats a half an hour early. Not for an on field ceremony honoring Murph but a hitting tutorial.
Anyone named Murphy will get half price admission to the game for obvious reasons. Also Anyone with a pH level greater than 7 will get 30% off. So if your in DC make sure to check your pH level to see if you qualify, bring your certified lab results to the will call window.
To promote this day Murph will be making a handful of appearances at DC landmarks. Murph was overheard saying that he loves taking in the history and all the culture DC has to offer. With the way he has been playing it won’t be long until there’s a Murph statue somewhere around town.
Personally I haven’t posted since the time when there was still a chance that Murph might return.
Frankly, we miss Murph. But what happened? How did we get here?
All baseball players have to leave us at some point, they become free agents or they just get too old to play the game anymore.
The way that Murph left was the hardest part to deal with. All the years of him being included in trade talks, never being considered for an extension by the front office, yet always among the top performers on the team.
The Mets last pitch to Murph was the Qualifying Offer. He didn’t swing at it, and after thinking there would be another pitch, the indicator said that was ball four and Murph, at least Mets Murph, had to take a walk, something we rarely saw.
Here’s a guy who did nothing but want to help the Mets. He was a third baseman in the minors and seeing his path was blocked there, asked to learn second base. Before he could get one lesson, the Mets needed his bat and he was stationed in Left Field, a place he hadn’t been before. Then first base, then second finally, learning all at the major league level for the most part. We got to see it in the raw, something you don’t always see in the major leagues. But it was because of the bat.
For me it was always the eyes, locked in on the pitcher, the head not moving through the swing. You can exasperate yourself trying to teach someone to hit a baseball. Whoever taught Murph, taught him well. And for whatever reason, as bad as the Mets were, I had to watch to see Murph hit.
In the middle of last year, after he came back from the Disabled List, you could tell there was something different. He was swinging harder from the core, driving the ball instead of trying to shoot it. Then the playoffs. I won’t recap here, but just say Murph’s NLDS and NLCS were probably the best I have ever seen in my life. Totally awe inspiring. At times it felt as if the rest of the team wasn’t there. The best thing the Royals did for themselves was to neutralize Murph. They didn’t mind walking him, they weren’t pitching to him under any circumstance. Unfortunately, no one picked him up.
So now, here we are. The Nats off to a hot start and no one hotter than Murph. If you truly appreciated Murph, you are not surprised. In just seven years a Met, he is at the top of the lists in many offensive categories, an all-time Met for sure, except no longer a Met.
I’ll confess I rarely watch baseball playoffs if the Mets aren’t in it. But if Murph is in it this year, I would watch.
Now we all have to move on, I hope I can. I am a Mets fan, but I will always follow Murph. My hope is that one day, when he is 38 he’ll return to the Mets just like Rusty Staub, who Murph shares a birthday with, and become their pinch hitter par excellence.
Then I can watch that swing again.
Today, the character of the Mets changed when it was all but confirmed Murph won’t be back in Flushing.
Here at Oh Murph, we’ve been preparing for this day for quite some time. We’re not surprised but we are sad.
Although we’re all self professed Murphaholics, we also considered ourselves educated and informed baseball fans. Our love for Murph is a love for the game. The way he plays is 100% heart. Get on him all you want but whenever he makes you gasp in the field it stems from going too hard, never from lack of trying.
So today as a Mets fan my sadness is not because “my guy” isn’t here anymore. It’s because the Mets lost a guy that plays the game the right way, puts team before self and always gives a complete effort.
My love for the Mets started long before I ever knew who Murph was and that won’t ever change. Wherever he lands, a share of my fandom lands as well. Not because I’ll be pulling for them, because I’ll be following Murph. I know he’ll do well wherever he lands and whether the fans appreciate it or not he they’ve gained a great ballplayer who will excite at a far greater level than he’ll disappoint.
Oh Murph isn’t going anywhere. We look forward to bringing you all the Murph info on his new home and contract, as well as many other firsts for Murph and for us as we embark on the next phase of this Murphtastic voyage.
We’ve done 404 posts and they’ve all been while Daniel Murphy was a member of the New York Mets. Today is a new day, thanks for reading post 405.
Oh Murph is known for bringing you the “story behind the story” and we like to keep company with those who do the same. MetsDaddy hit me up with the real deal on how Sandy’s negotiating tactics were fairing as the hot stove heats up. Check it out for yourself here and head on over to metsdaddy.com and see what you’ve been missing.
Secretary: Hello, this is Bobby Witt’s office. How may I direct your call?
Sandy: This is Sandy Alderson. I’m calling Mr. Witt about Ben Zobrist.
Secretary: Oh hello Mr Alderson. Mr. Witt has been awaiting your call please hold.
Witt: Sandy, what took you guys so long?
Sandy: Well, we were in the World Series. We thought Murphy may accept the qualifying offer. There were a lot of balls in the air.
Witt: Understood. So what’s the offer?
Witt: Yeah. Just so you know there’s a lot of interest in Ben. Originally, we were thinking four years, but now with all the teams interested, I’m not bringing anything to Ben unless there’s at least a fifth year player option.
Sandy: No, no, no, you misunderstand my call.
Witt: I’m sorry. I thought you were calling about Zobrist. Is this about Buddy? Hey, he got hurt, but he enjoyed his time there. I’m sure we can get something done quick. I’m just surprised because I know you guys need a second baseman.
Sandy: Oh, this is about Zobrist.
Witt: It is?
Sandy: Yeah. We’re just calling to let you guys know we’re interested.
Witt: Ok, great. I know Ben wants to play for a winner too. I think there’s a fit. What did you have in mind? Before you start, just don’t come at me with anything less than $15 million a year.
Sandy: You misunderstand me. We’re calling to say we’re interested. That’s it.
Witt: Is this a prank? [off speaker] Barbara, I don’t have time for this. Next time someone calls can you make sure it’s really it is who they say it is.
Barbara: [in background] Mr. Witt, the caller ID says Citi Field.
Witt: I’ll be damned it does! Sandy, what the hell is going on? Is this some sort of negotiating trick?
Sandy: No, no trick. I just gotta call you to say we’re interested. Then what happens is I can honestly have it leaked we called to say we’re interested. Oh, even better, we’re really interested. The media and fans will soak that up.
Witt: This is a waste of my time. I’m gonna hang up . . .
Witt: What is it now?
Sandy: You’re not playing this right.
Witt: What do you mean?
Sandy: I think you should leak this call to the press.
Witt: Why would I do your dirty work for you?
Sandy: Easy, you say you had a conversation with a New York team and you discussed 5 years at $15 million per. Now, there’s no way anyone will believe it’s us.
Witt: Right. They’ll all assume it’s then the Yankees. Then when Cashman calls to clarify, I can lock up a deal with him. We know they need a second baseman as badly as you do.
Sandy: Exactly, and no one blames me when the Yankees overpay him by that much. I can just tell everyone we expressed our interest, but we were not willing to sign Zobrist to those terms. It’s a win-win situation.
Witt: It just might work. How can I repay you? I’m sure I can get Carlyle to come back on a minor league deal for the minimum.
Sandy: Oh no, we can’t add that much payroll. We had to replace the grass, Fred wanted a different shade of green for next year. Just tell the press we’re really super duper interested. Tell them I asked pretty please with a cherry on top.
Witt: Ummm, ok. I’ll talk to you later Sandy.
Sandy: We’re not signing anyone, so I doubt it. Anyway good luck to you and Ben.
Witt: Thanks, bye.
Sandy, John, Murph, and Uncle Sol enter a small conference room off the GM’s office at CitiField.
Uncle Sol: A little cramped in here Sandy, how about putting on the lights so we can see what we’re doing?
Sandy: The “light” is on. Got a heck of a deal in 2010 on a case of CFL bulbs that the Giants threw in on the Angel Pagan deal. They are the equivalent of 40 watts, don’t worry your eyes will adjust.
Uncle Sol: OK, Sandy, if you say so. Guess that explains why Murph was looking a little green to me. That and his shivering had me worried.
Sandy: He’ll be fine. We keep the offices at a constant 58 degrees during the winter. John, get Murph one of my spare fleece vests from the closet. Sol, would you like one?
US: Sandy don’t worry about me, I don’t leave the condo this time of year without the mink.
S: OK, so lets get down to business. First I’ll re-cap our off season so far.
After much deliberation, we decided to offer Murph the Qualifying Offer, with great confidence that he wouldn’t accept. I’ve got to admit you had us going there for a while on Friday. We thought we needed our award winning retail department to kick it up a notch, but then you turned us down as we had hoped.
As you know we spent some cash re-signing Terry. He doesn’t need much money since he lives in the clubhouse in St. Lucie during the Winter. So that worked out.
We met with Zobrist and his people, not to sign him of course, but to gauge the second base market. Now we’re prepared to make you a legitimate offer, just as you read the other day on Metsdaddy.com.
US: Sandy, we are here to listen. Whatta ya got?
S: Here it is, I know we are asking for a slight home town discount, but we think this is very fair. 3 years, $8 million per. Sol, are you OK? What do you say?
US: Give me a second, I think I just swallowed the end of my Cohiba that I just bit off. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? No way we go for that.
S: Listen Sol, hear me out, this is a great deal. You know Murph cost us a lot of money in the post season this year.
US: Bubbala, when are you gonna get over that error? It’s not exactly like no one else made an error in the World series, and inside the park homer on the first pitch? Are you kidding me?
S: Sol, we have no problem with Murph’s play in the World Series. I’m talking about the money he cost us in the NLCS.
US: Wait, what? Murph was the MVP, he hit over .500. Homered in every game. Are you insane?
S: Yes, well his play cost us two additional home gates in that series. We weren’t looking for a sweep. So we adjusted our offer accordingly, taking about 4.5 million a year off the deal and taking off one year. Believe me this is very equitable considering all the variables present.
Uncle Sol passes out and falls to the floor.
S: Well Murph, your representative appears to not have eaten breakfast. What do you say?
Murph: I …….
TO BE CONTINUED
Hey! You there! It’s me! Sol here!
So there I was in my office when news of Murph getting the qualifying offer came over the wire. Qualifying? Ok, nice for an appetizer but I think we all know Murph needs something long term. So I sat, and I thought, and I kvetched. Had a cigar or two and then, it hit me!
If Murph got a qualifying offer then you, the loyal Murphy fans should get a quantifying offer! We’re proud to introduce the new Oh Murph Dot Com Anti Chapping Lip Moisturizer or OMDCACLM. Quite a mouthful I know but for legal reasons it just has to be.
Available for purchase only at Oh Murph Dot Com the OMDCACLM employs cutting edge technology and way too much science that I’m not qualified to speak about but bubalah trust me, your lips never felt softer.
Each .7 ounce tube retails $14.99 each but at this time they’re only being sold in 3-packs for $28.88. Those packs of 3 comes in boxes of 10 and if you think I’m paying Manny overtime to break cardboard you’re nuts, so you get 30 I get $288.88 ok?
We only accept the MurphsterCard at this time because I’m still settling my disputes with Amex and the Diners Club but stop worrying! When you use your MurphsterCard for the exclusive quantifying offer we’re throwing you a deal. When purchasing OMDCACLM we’ll take an extra .28% off your final sale or that can be applied to your monthly statement where fixed interest is always 28%. Corporate accounts welcome!
So mull that “qualifying” offer over with Oh Murph Dot Com Anti Chapping Lip Moisturizer in bulk, and don’t let them chap you.
So Sandy fainted today. Lost consciousness for a few minutes right in the middle of a press conference. Created quite a scare for the non-First Aid trained news media who immediately reached for their cell phones not to dial 911, but to be the first to tweet “Wow, Sandy just fainted”. One writer was actually heard to exclaim “First!” just before Sandy hit the ground.
The reason Sandy fainted was attributed to Sandy not eating breakfast, the old low blood sugar excuse. But executives in high stress jobs are prone to illness like this. One public instance of this happened many years ago to then president George H. W. Bush when he blew some chunks in Japan at a state dinner. Bad sushi? Not likely.
What was causing Sandy’s stress? In the business world once you deliver you are expected to continue to do so. Doesn’t matter if its afluke or not. And Baseball is a business, and the Mets business has been hungry for a pay day like 2015 for a long time.
Which brings us to Sandy’s dilemma.
All Sandy’s maneuvering during the previous years and especially this season’s finally got the Mets one thing from a business perspective: Just two extra home gates. Two chances to get the meat in the seats as they say.
But wait you say, the Mets actually played 7 home games in the post season. This is the truth. But the facts are, Sandy only got two of those, Daniel Murphy got the other five.
That’s right, and you know it. Without Murph’s heroics, no NLCS, no World Series. Murph batted .328 in the post season while the rest of the team batted .204. His World Series was not good and still he ended at .328, 7 homers, a record six in a row. He didn’t see a pitch to hit in the World Series because the guys hitting around him, the ones he gave all the credit to, didn’t show up at all. So who would pitch to Murph? Never saw him walk so much.
Now here’s Sandy. If I don’t sign this guy and the 21 year old phenom who hasn’t crossed the Mendoza line in the majors doesn’t get it going, or if the Captain’s back acts up for a few months, or if the wild throwing first baseman has another herniated disc, what do I do? The rolodex still only stops at Eric Campbell’s number. If I sign another free agent for similar money that Murph will get, and he gets New Yorkitis like almost every other free agent that comes here what then? Have every fan on Mets twitter tweet Murph’s stats everytime that free agent or that kid or Soup comes up to bat? And what if Murph has developed a legitimate home run stroke and he signs with the Marlins, or the Nats, or the Yankees? What then?
The stress has been revealed. Feel for the man, a blood sugar adjustment is not going to fix that.
Last night was heartbreaking. It was sad. It was downright ugly. No, I’m not talking about the Mets losing in last night’s World Series game 4. I am talking about having to spend the night at Citi Field in the Big Apple Seats with the so called 7 Line “Army” (I will continue to put army in quotes when referring to these buffoons, as they are the farthest thing from it).
Now admittedly, everything I heard about last night comes from a friend’s account of the experience, but Karen (not her real name) and I are close friends and I have no reason to believe any of this is not true.
Karen has been a supporter of the 7 Line in the past, through purchases of a few shirts over the years, mostly before Darren sold out, and was even friendly with Darren, but has never sat in the “Army” seats in the Big Apple section. She still received a code for World Series tickets (as did I for buying ONE shirt back in 20 12) and she managed to be lucky enough to get tickets for game 4. Karen is a huge Mets fan. She was ecstatic for this game, going with her best friend. I was there as well, and we were using Facebook Messenger to chat during the game.
Well it all started after Demi Lovato completed what I thought was a pretty damn good rendition of the Star Spangled Banner. Karen messages me “these fucktards didn’t remove their hats for the anthem.” Fine, I’m sure it wasn’t everyone, and I can’t say whether is was a higher percentage of people than in the rest of the stadium, but I know I didn’t see anyone around me in my 500 level seats with their hat still on during the song.
Throughout the game, Karen grew more and more annoyed with what she had to endure. “People are smoking out here without a care in the world,” was one message I received. “These 2 couples are getting up twice an inning to get beer. WTF?” was another. Later on she told me “The girl next to me just blew chunks violently and forgot she did. Because she kept drinking like it was nothing.” Those couples that kept going for beer? Well one of those women snuck people into the section and my friend’s row, basically forcing people to squeeze in and have to stand or sit on top of their seat(since 26 people can’t fit in 24 seats).
Now how about the guy with all those annoying signs? I’ll just let Karen give her account of it. “Yet I was questioned bringing my blanket in… This guy had SOOOOOO many signs. AND flags. AND food. He brought candy, sandwiches, little bottles of jack Daniels, it was like his own little studio apt. The pile of signs was literally 25 man roster deep. And Terry. And Chris Rock, Seinfeld, and others. But omg you’re gonna sit on your blanket? Yes. Yes I am. I can’t sit in my seat, I have to sit on top of it, so I need cushion.
Later on, more sign guy messages. “Omg the guy with the signs… Deflecting EVERY SINGLE SHIRT and keeping them all… T-shirt toss was a waste.”
Then there was an interaction with a member of the 7 Line Clown College (I kinda like that instead of “Army”) who questioned how Karen was able to obtain her tickets. Krusty apparently had no problem getting tickets to all three home games, which seems a tad bit suspicious considering he was supposed to have used a code to get tickets to ONE game and tickets were gone in seconds. But the fact that Karen got tickets with a code? That seemed to be impossible to him.
“How did you get these tickets? You’re not on the stub are you?”
” I got them with the code”
“You sure you’re not on the stub”
“Who are you to question me”
“But I’ve never seen you”
“You don’t sit here where do you sit”
Karen started to ignore Krusty. Krusty started hitting Karen on her hat as if to prod her to answer him. Finally Karen said something to him (She didn’t share her choice words), and his response was “take it easy, Stub.”
There was more from Karen about her experience, but for the sake of time, and my need to shower and get ready to head to the stadium for game 5, I will summarize them here. So called fans were giving up early, well before the 8th. The songs they sing are beyond terrible. Karen was ostracized for wearing blue instead of orange. She is in pain today from being banged around so much after Drunky McBitch snuck people into the row. Pukey McPuke berated Karen for not tagging a picture she posted on Instagram with the 7 Line.
Someone will ask why she didn’t do anything about the extra people in her row, the smoking, the puking, etc., and her response would be “I feared retribution from the rest of the section.”
Karen was so happy to be able to go to see her beloved Mets in the World Series last night. It’s sad that even if they had won, she would have left there utterly disappointed. Ringling Brothers, I think we have some new candidates for you. Long live the 7 Line Clown College.