Witness the blowup between Cincinnati Reds' 2B Brandon Phillips and Cincinnati Enquirer reporter C. Trent Rosecrans. It provides the soundtrack to Reds manager Dusty Baker detachedly grinning like an idiot.
Phillips: “Hey Dusty, the fat [expletive] on the end is worried about my on-base percentage. Why don’t you tell him to have me bat eighth with my on-base percentage.”
Rosecrans: “I don’t care about …”
Phillips: “[Expletive]. Make him happy, Dusty. Fat [expletive]. I’m tired of you talking that negative [expletive] on our team, dog. I found out your Twitter name now [expletive]. It’s a wrap.”
Rosecrans: “Wow, took you how many years? Congratulations.”
Baker: “I ain’t in that, man. That’s between you and him.”
Rosecrans: “That’s between him and him.”
Baker: “OK, even better.”
God forbid Baker should instruct one of his players to behave in a civil manner toward the media. Baker is only Phillips' boss, after all.
I'm glad that Rosecrans fired back. Like then-radio host Joe Bendel did with Ryan Clark of the Steelers two years ago. Who cares what these low-brow, conceited, mostly uneducated scumbags think? They'd be bagging groceries if they hadn't hit the genetic lottery. Hard work helps. Being born with it helps more.
BTW, Rosecrans was correct in criticizing Phillips' on-base percentage. It's .311, Phillips' lowest since joining the Reds in 2006. Phillips should bat eighth.