No wonder Phillies owners hide in the shadows. Their plan is to cut payroll to $30 million over the next couple of years as the Comcast cash starts to roll in. They’ll laugh all the way to the bank while Comcast chokes on its vomit.
Meanwhile they’ll keep Phillies main dining room Maitre d’ Monty and headwaiter Ruben in the front of the house, while their cronies sit around eating the free food, smoking cigars, back slapping and telling tall tales of the Phillies glory days of the 30s, 40s, 50s, and 60s when they were even worse than the Cubs.
As for the long suffering fans? Who gives a shit?
Actually, Comcast probably doesn’t care.
It has the Lympics for the next thousand years or so. The Phillies are little more than a pimple on their butt.