It was a very merry Christmas sending Daniel Murphy’s bum ass packing to the nation’s capital. It’s been a long time coming. We’ve had a love-hate relationship since he got here. What I mean by that is I’ve absolutely hated him since the start. My disdain for him has never wavered. The proof is in the pudding (tweets). Dan Murphy has proved me wrong many times with his offense, and I loved that about him. It seemed like the more I hated him, the better he would hit, and I was okay with that for the most part. To many people he was seen and known as a “professional hitter”. Unfortunately not many players have made great careers solely off of hitting the ball. The rest of his game has been and will remain non existent. No amount of hits can make up for all the defensive blunders and boneheaded base running mistakes that make the casual fan wonder how this guy made it to this level.
Am I happy about him playing for the rival Nationals? Nope, not even a little bit. There’s no doubt he’ll have some big hits against the Mets for the next few years. But as long as he’s wearing a jersey other than a New York Mets one, I can find solace in that. You can’t hide bad defense and bad base running, especially in the National League. I’d be hard pressed to find another major leaguer with a lower baseball IQ. And despite his playoff heroics (which I am forever grateful for), I am elated and overjoyed to see him go. He was possessed at the plate hitting homers off of baseball’s best in the playoffs 7 games in a row. It will probably never happen again. But everything we feared about Murphy came to fruition in the World Series, on the biggest stage of them all. His true colors surfaced at the worst time, and it was the icing on the cake in more ways than one.
Thanks for all those clutch home runs in the playoffs and not a single thing else. Fuck you, goodbye, and good riddance. I bid you adieu, Daniel Murphy. And I wish you a sorry career in Washington, you BUM.