Hey, Jayson, know what's good for wrist pain? A trip to the barber.

By Amy McGinnis

Jayson Werth makes me like Domonic Brown more and more.  To be fair, I’ve never liked Werth.  I was a Geoff Jenkins fan; sure, he didn’t possess the same athleticism as Werth, but I’m fond of utility players with good attitudes.  I was happy to see Werth go after 2010, because along with his cocky attitude, I was growing tired of watching him stand at the plate like a deer in headlights when there were two outs and RISP.  I was as shocked as everyone else when I heard how much Washington offered him – I realize that inflated contracts are popping up all over the place, but that kind of money – to me, that should be reserved for star players.  Werth has always been a good complementary player, meaning he’s a vital piece to the puzzle.  He’s not a player to build a team around.  When that contract was formed, Werth had never hit .300, nor had he knocked in 100.  My reaction was, “Good luck with that, Nats.” A lot of fans were offended that Werth left for the money; I was more offended that he even asked for that ridiculous amount.  I mean, honestly … who the hell does he think he is?

In spring 2012, we got to know Nationals’ COO Andy Feffer – by the way, I can’t read or hear his name without saying the Dr. Seuss line, “four fluffy feathers on a fiffer feffer feff.” He’s the one who initiated the bullshit “Natitude” and “Take Back the Park” nonsense.  In May, when Werth ate it in the outfield while trying to grab Polanco’s sinking liner, he broke his wrist.  I remember saying, “Maybe his Natitude got in the way.” Apparently, while exiting the field (see photo), Phillies fans chanted “You deserve it” and “That’s what you get.” Afterward, Werth stated, “After walking off the field feeling nauseous knowing my wrist was broke and Philly fans yelling … I am motivated to get back quickly and see to it personally that those people never walk down Broad Street in celebration again.”  I’d never suggest that Feffer would wish injury on a player, but I’m pretty sure he saw this as an opportunity to feed the rivalry he is so desperate to have with Philadelphia.  A+ for effort in trying to get “those people” fired up, but … a lot of us think Werth is a douchebag and didn’t take the pitiful bait.

Much to my liking, Jayson Werth was out of any kind of spotlight for a little while.  Well, now he’s back, and he’s talking to the media again.  Jayson, if you’re reading this (and let’s be honest – you seem like the kind of dude to Google your own name), let me give you a tip: Stop talking.  Or, at the very least, keep our names out of your mouth … and it’s “my wrist was broken,” not “broke.”  It’s bad enough that you look like a caveman; there’s no need to talk like one.

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Tags: Amy McGinnis, Andy Feffer, Jayson Werth, Nationals, Phillies, Placido Polanco