Bobby Parnell doesn’t want to be traded.
He’s the kid staying over at the cool friend’s house for the weekend, and on Sunday morning he breaks a dish or smashes a lamp, thinking that when his parents come to pick him up, there’ll be such a ruckus about how bad he is that they’ll leave him there. “I don’t want him. Breaking lamps; drawing on the walls; nine runs and eleven hits over ten days and three innings pitched? You keep him. He likes the pool here, anyway.”
You may argue that the Mets’ pool is above-ground and hasn’t been skimmed since Papa Delgado hurt his hip down at the factory, and they also had to cut down on cheese and Charmin toilet paper. I’ll argue that Papa Delgado has nothin’ to do with nothin’ around here as far as Bobby’s concerned; the Mets have a losing record in June but the Phillies are swooning, so they’re living on credit. The Mets are still a contender. Any team that trades a power hitter or a front-line pitcher to the Mets either feels they’re out of contention, was never in contention to begin with, or is smoking something delightful.
Or you may argue that Bobby’s pitching badly because he DOES want to be traded, but to someone who’ll take him in this condition. My guess is that’d be the Nationals. If that were actually the case, then I’d want no part of him. Ladies on the bus. Gangstas on the field. All that good stuff.
Or you may argue that he’s sincerely trying to do a good job, he’s struggling under the use and the pressure, and I’m wrong for assuming any ill intent. You’re the most correct, certainly, but that theory’s no fun. Nuh-uh. Citi Field’s got the Nintendo Wii, and Danny Murphy’s Honda Civic is awesome to bomb around in on off days, cranking the Dropkick Murphys and the *Mighty Mighty Bosstones, and Old Man Stokes has the funniest stories. He’ll break enough stuff until the trade deadline, after which his parents’ll have gone, and he’ll be good. He promises.
*Besides once again using the CBS Sports MLB Players’ Page, I do not mean to imply that Daniel Murphy is a fan of the Mighty Mighty Bosstones.