So Philly is abuzz with chatter on J Werth being in a casino until 4am the day of a game (or before if you are one of those morons who doesn't realize that 4am means that it is no longer yesterday)... Werth has been so horendous that I can't even google the word to see if it is spelled right. Not only can he not hit, he is so fucked up in the head that he can't get himself to lift the bat off his shoulder. And since we haven't heard of or seen pictures of him out drinking/banging trannies/gambling til 4am, and everyone and there grandmother can't let someone cough in public without whipping out their phone to take a picture, it's safe to assume that he hasn't been... I say, let the man do something different to break his multi-million dollar lossing slump he has been in. Get that man a slumpbuster. A 6'1" 240lb post-op beast and a couple winning hands of spanish 21 should get him cranking some hr's or at least give him something new to regret.... It works for Philly Wings back-up goalie Mickey Hover every day of the week and three times on Sunday, you've seen his pre-game warm-ups...
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