The 2017 Phils aren't only about peanut vendors with racial hangups, they've also recently partnered with Uber. While inexpensive rides to and from the ballpark while you're perhaps drunk is a good thing on the surface, daily news briefs seem to spell out that Uber is just a terrible company run by bad, exploitative, rapacious people. Look for a nu partner, Phils, and one helpful hint might be to look for a corporate name that isn't evocative of the Nazis. You don't want folks to think Peanut girl is running the show. On the phield, Rebuild II is thoroughly underway, as along with the exits of championship-era collosi such as Ryan Howard, Chase Utley, Carlos Ruiz, and Jimmy Rollins, so too gone are post-championship, Ruben Amaro-era fixtures such as Cody Asche (to the White Sox via free agency), Darin Ruf (traded to the Dodgers and subsequently released). Several return, but this is gradually becoming Matt Klentak's team. Cameron Rupp returns at catcher. He's an averagish hitter, which is kinda good for a catcher, but he doesn't have a standout skill, offensively or defensively. He's why the term "solid" exists. In his sixth season with the team, he's emerged as a veteran leader, but the phanz have a little trouble getting behind all that because he's an out-of-the-closet Cowboys guy. Lefty-swinging and blandly named Tommy Joseph is entering his first full season taking over at phirst. He's a big meaty Thome-ish white guy who probably went through the minors too fast, but the power is there. Not a huge strikeout guy either. He got off to a slow start this year, and I'm hoping he craps out, but he's better than Ruf on his worst day. Secondbaseman Cesár Hernandez was one of the more punchless guys in baseball for his first few years, but somehow ran into a few last year and put up six homers. (Insert cracks here about Bank One Ballpark and Freddy Galvis' pharmacist.) He's also responsible for the Phils winning their weekend series against Washington, providing a walkoff single yesterday afternoon. He's a small, tough, athletic, wiry guy that probably has a future, but not one with a whole lot of All-Star games in it. Moving on, we have ... I've got to get back to work ... .