NEW YORK — The Phillies made an in-house move in an attempt to upgrade their bench before Tuesday night’s game against the New York Mets.
The Phils added veteran infielder Trevor Plouffe to their roster and sent outfielder Dylan Cozens back to Triple A. To clear room for Plouffe on the 40-man roster, the Phillies designated lefty reliever Hoby Milner for assignment.
Plouffe, 32, is a veteran of eight big-league seasons, mostly with the Minnesota Twins. He signed a minor-league contract with the Phillies early in the season and was hitting .240 with 11 homers, 33 RBIs and a .839 OPS in 60 games at Triple A Lehigh Valley.
Plouffe is primarily a third baseman. He has also played first base and second base. He is a career .242 hitter with 105 big-league homers and a .714 OPS.
The move to add Plouffe comes a day after Phillies pinch-hitters were 0 for 3 (double play, two strikeouts) in a 4-3 loss in the first game of Monday’s doubleheader against the Mets. All of those at-bats came with runners on base.
Entering Tuesday, Phillies pinch-hitters — subtracting Nick Williams — were 14 for 96 (.146) with two homers and 10 RBIs. Williams was 10 for 21 with three homers and eight RBIs.
Cozens, 24, is a power-hitting prospect who needs to improve his contact skills. He is not going to do that sitting on the Phillies’ bench. He will return to Triple A and get regular at-bats. He was 2 for 18 with a homer in limited duty with the Phils. He struck out 12 times and walked just three.
The Phillies will continue to look to bolster their bench before the July 31 trade deadline.
In another move, the Phillies officially activated pitcher Enyel De Los Santos, Tuesday night’s starting pitcher. To make room for him on the 40-man roster, infielder Pedro Florimon was transferred to the 60-day disabled list.
We've taken many strolls down Memory Lane during baseball's shutdown, but maybe not one as sad and ugly as this one.
Or, frankly, as humorous.
We're nearing the five-year anniversary of the low point of one of the most dreadful seasons in Phillies history.
Remember 2015? Ninety-nine (bleeping) losses. A season so bad it made Hall of Famer Ryne Sandberg run away and hide.
Remember June 16 in Baltimore, the night that sorry season went from bad to completely off the hook?
Jeff Francoeur remembers.
And not only because his left butt cheek hurt so much when it was all over.
Truth be told, even though the Phillies lost by the embarrassing score of 19-3 to the Orioles that night to complete their worst road trip in 132 years — yes, 132 — and even though the pitching coach and the team's star player almost dropped the gloves on the mound, Francoeur had a blast.
And he let that be known in the dugout after the seventh inning.
"I told the guys, 'Hey, I'm the only one to put up a donut tonight," the likable former Phillie recalled with a laugh on our Phillies Talk podcast recently. "It was a horrible road trip, the end of a bad time, yet it was kind of funny how it was able to play out. I still laugh when I think about it."
Francoeur spent a dozen years roaming the outfield for eight different big-league teams. Like many top baseball-playing athletes, he pitched in high school and dreamed of taking the mound just one time in the majors.
He was a reserve player during his one season in Philadelphia and more than once in that dismal campaign had reminded skipper Sandberg and pitching coach Bob McClure that he was available for bullpen duty if the team was having a particularly bad night at the office.
"We lost quite a few games in blowout fashion that year, so I was always kind of begging, 'Let me go in the game, let me go in the game,'" Francoeur recalled. "Ryno, to his defense, and I thought it was great, he never really wanted position players to pitch. He'd say, 'We've got enough arms to cover it.'"
But on June 16, 2015, as his team was on its way to completing an 0-8 road trip and his time as Phillies manager was nearing an end, Sandberg was forced to ditch his policy of not using position players on the hill. Jerome Williams had gotten torched and injured in the first inning and the Phillies had rolled through three relievers in the first six innings.
In the fifth inning, Sandberg sidled up to Francoeur in the dugout.
"You still volunteering?" the manager asked.
"Absolutely!" the wannabe pitcher exclaimed.
As a player, Francoeur had a personal policy of putting his phone away and not checking it when he arrived at the ballpark for his workday. But on this night, he broke his own rule. After learning from Sandberg that he would pitch the seventh inning, he tiptoed into the clubhouse, pulled out his phone and called his wife, Catie, who was watching the game back in Philadelphia.
Catie, who knew her husband would never be near his phone at the ballpark, saw the number pop up and answered the phone in a panic.
"Don't worry," Jeff whispered. "Call my parents, get the DVR ready, I'm coming in the game to pitch."
Francoeur headed to the bullpen in the top of the seventh to warm up. Though he had pitched in high school and once in Triple A, this was different.
"My heart was pounding a mile a minute," he said.
He entered the game in the bottom of the inning. It was hardly a high leverage situation. The Phils trailed by a footballish score of 17-3. The Orioles' line score to that point looked like this: 6 3 3 1 1 3.
So, of course, Francoeur, throwing in the low 90s, had a 1-2-3 inning, the Phillies' first and only one of the night.
Looking for another quick inning, Sandberg sent Francoeur out for the eighth. That's when things went off the hook. Literally. Francoeur gave up a homer to Ryan Flaherty, the Orioles' eighth bomb of the game, then had trouble throwing strikes. He hit a batter. Walked a couple. His pitch count was soaring. Sandberg and McClure wanted to get someone up in the bullpen but they couldn't because the bullpen phone was off the hook. It wasn't until someone in the 'pen noticed McClure waving a white flag that the phone was put back on the hook.
By this time, Francoeur was laboring on the mound and Chase Utley was getting pissed. McClure went to the mound and was joined there by the entire infield. Utley, in no uncertain words, expressed his displeasure for what was going on and the way Francoeur was being pushed. Francoeur said he had one more hitter in him. He got that hitter and the inning — and the ordeal — mercifully ended with two runs in.
Five years later, the image of Utley giving McClure an earful is still fresh.
Was it as tense as it looked?
"Oh, it was worse than that," Francoeur said. "There were probably seven F-bombs in it. I thought those two were about to go right there on the mound. I said, 'This is all we need.' I remember I looked at Chase and thanked him for coming to my defense. I looked at Bob and I said, 'Look, this is my last hitter here,' and luckily, somehow, I got out of that inning. I still don't know how, but I did.
"To Bob's defense, he knew it. He said, 'We've let this get out of control.' But at that point, I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself right there on the mound at Camden Yards. My first inning, that was phenomenal. The eighth inning, I had that coming and I take full responsibility for it."
The clubhouse was tense after that loss, the Phillies' 20th in a 25-game stretch. There were rumblings that big changes were coming, that Andy MacPhail was about to be hired as club president — and, indeed, he was. Sandberg called the loss "ugly," and added, "I almost don't know what to say." McClure denied any friction with Utley. Utley didn't make himself available to reporters after the game.
Francoeur, an upbeat, positive soul, was all of that after the game. His arm was fine. He said he had no issues with anyone and said the Phillies owed the Orioles an ass-whuppin' the next night in Philadelphia.
The Phillies lost that game, too.
Nine days later, Sandberg, worn down by the losing, resigned from the job.
Francoeur played out the rest of the season with the Phillies and was passionate about the team avoiding 100 losses. That is still one of his takeaways from the season. That and the sore left butt cheek.
"Two hours after the game, my left butt cheek was killing me from landing 48 times," he said with a laugh. "I could hardly even get off the train back in Philly.
"But I am the only one who put up a goose egg that night."