#2: Neifi “Sucked More Balls Than” Perez “Hilton”

Aramis is laughing at you, Neifi, not with you.  Get bent.When I am visiting my psychiatrist after the next ten World Championshipless years, and we get to the root of all of my problems with relationships and love, I’m sending the bill to the second-worst Cub of my lifetime, Neifi Perez. This is why.

BAD KERMIT walks into the office of his psychiatrist, DR. BROWN, and reclines on a leather couch.

DOC BROWN: Welcome, Kermit.

KERMIT: Thanks, Doc.

DOC BROWN: How are we feeling today?

KERMIT: Uneasy, man. Really uneasy.

DOC BROWN: How so?

KERMIT: The dream. I had it again.

DOC BROWN: The one when you’re in Amsterdam and-

KERMIT: No, the other one.

DOC BROWN: The one with the little Mexican?

KERMIT: Dominican.

DOC BROWN: Oh, yeah. What was his name? Noof? Knife?

KERMIT: Neifi. Neifi Mother F@#$ing Perez.

DOC BROWN: Ah, yes. What did you call him, again?

KERMIT: The worst f@#$ing hitter in the history of Major League Baseball.

DOC BROWN: Oh, yes. Let’s explore why you called him that.

KERMIT: Because he’s the worst f@#$ing hitter in the history of Major League Baseball.

DOC BROWN: Oh, come on. Major League Baseball has been around for nearly 140 years. Surely he can’t be the worst?

KERMIT: He is.

DOC BROWN: Why would you say that?

KERMIT: What were you ranked in your class?

DOC BROWN: What?

KERMIT: Your psychiatry class. What were you ranked?

DOC BROWN: Top 5%.

KERMIT: What about the guy who was dead last?

DOC BROWN: That guy? He was retarded. One time I was at a party and everyone spit in a glass and that guy drank it.

KERMIT: Well, that guy was Neifi. You see, there are 750 players in the Major Leagues at any one point during the season. You add in all the guys that come up and go down, and there are probably over 1000 individual players that play in the MLB each year.

DOC BROWN: Go on…

KERMIT: For the sake of argument, let’s say there have been 140,000 guys who have ever played in the MLB. If you were to rank those players, there would have to be, necessarily, a worst player in MLB history. And that player is Neifi Perez.

DOC BROWN: Wow.

KERMIT: Yeah. If Neifi was a doctor, and he operated on you, I’d be sending your widow flowers.

DOC BROWN: I’m not married.

KERMIT: Your mother, then.

DOC BROWN: She’s dead.

KERMIT: Did Neifi operate on her?

DOC BROWN: Let’s get back to your rage with this Neifi character. I understand that you once compiled a list of the most loathsome Cubs of your time. Why was Neifi not number one?

KERMIT: Oh, for the love of God. The Bottom 126 was not solely statistics-based. It was a subjective list. Jesus, I’ve been explaining that for ten f@#$ing years! Why doesn’t anyone get it?

DOC BROWN: Sorry.

KERMIT: It’s okay. Just don’t let it happen again. You have a Ph.D., for God’s sake.

DOC BROWN: Let’s talk about some other reasons you’re so upset about this Neifi character.

KERMIT: Oh, God damnit. Remember when we had that session about Dusty Baker?

DOC BROWN: It was twelve sessions, and I think you have some unresolved issues remaining.

KERMIT: F@#$ him. Anyhow, Dusty had some kind of boner for Neifi. He played him every chance he got, especially when I went to games.

DOC BROWN: Why do you suppose that is?

KERMIT: My theory? Because Neifi had naked pictures of Dusty having sex with Jose Macias.

DOC BROWN: Interesting.

KERMIT: I can’t imagine the pictures would be interesting at all, actually.

DOC BROWN: I see.

KERMIT: Anyhow, the Cubs signed Neifi on August 19, 2004.

DOC BROWN: The numbers?

KERMIT: Exactly. 08. 19. 20. 04. The numbers are cursed.

DOC BROWN: Numbers can’t be cursed.

KERMIT: Oh yeah? My dog got hit by a 2004 Jetta on August 19.

DOC BROWN: That’s coincidence.

KERMIT: I fell down 51 stairs the other day.

DOC BROWN: What does that have to do with anything?

KERMIT: Add the numbers up.

DOC BROWN: Oh.

KERMIT: So, yeah, Doc. I hate Neifi Perez.

DOC BROWN: I’m starting too, as well.

KERMIT: Yeah, he’ll do that. So, anyhow, Dusty f@#$ing Baker played this mother f@#$er every chance he got.

DOC BROWN: Why would he do that?

KERMIT: Nobody knows. Dusty had such a hard-on for the guy, that he said that in 2005, Neifi “saved the season.”

DOC BROWN: Wait. Didn’t the Cubs only win 79 games in 2005?

KERMIT: Yeah. What the f@#$? He thinks the 2005 Cubs would have won only 77 games without the worst hitter in MLB history on the roster?

DOC BROWN: I guess.

KERMIT: Neifi “saved the 2005 season” like Kevin Federline “saved hip-hop.”

DOC BROWN: That’s a stupid comparison.

KERMIT: I know. I need help. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.

DOC BROWN: What else do you hate about this guy?

KERMIT: Well, he has an equally-obnoxious brother.

DOC BROWN: Really?

KERMIT: Yeah. Rubby. He thinks he’s Morpheus, but he’s not. I had to listen to that asshole’s music during my entire honeymoon in the Dominican Republic. I’d like to Rubby one off on his face.

DOC BROWN: We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

KERMIT: He has a song in which he says, “Give me poison; I want to die.” Why couldn’t his brother ever say that?

DOC BROWN: That’s just mean.

KERMIT: I have no regrets.

DOC BROWN: So, maybe he wasn’t good at baseball, and maybe Dusty was in love with him, and maybe his brother is a turd. That’s no real reason to hate the guy.

KERMIT: Okay, well what about this? Every time that bald idiot Jon Miller pronounces his name, he says, “NAY-Fee PAIR-Ez.” It drives me f@#$ing bonkers.

DOC BROWN: Who is Jon Miller?

KERMIT: Imagine if your namesake, Dr. Emmett Brown, f@#$ed Rush Limbaugh, and they somehow had a kid who announces games for ESPN, and loves to overpronounce everything.

DOC BROWN: He sounds like a pencil-dick.

KERMIT: He is. Anyhow, he somehow makes Neifi more annoying by calling him “NAY-fee.” Does that make me crazy?

DOC BROWN: No. In fact, I sort of want to punch you just for repeating what Miller says.

KERMIT: This is what I’m saying.

DOC BROWN: I understand, but I think you need to let go of some of your angst.

KERMIT: Why? Everybody else f@#$ing hates him, too.

DOC BROWN: Not everyone hated him.

KERMIT: Are you talking about BCB? Jeez, Doc. Even BCB could only talk about how nice Neifi was to play cards with Derrek Lee. And even that guy says that Neifi sucks as a hitter. Those guys could find something good about a carload of puppies at the bottom of a lake, and not even they can defend his .274/.298/.383 in 2005 or his .254/.266/.343 for the beginning of 2006. In 2006, the guy took FIVE f@#$ing walks in 236 at-bats! How in the f@#$ does your OBP and your batting average differ by only .012? That is ridiculously bad.

DOC BROWN: Wow. That is bad. Why did this asshole play so much?

KERMIT: Because Jim Hendry thought, for some inexplicable reason, that Nomar Garciaparra’s penis was bigger than his wife’s and that he could play through injury.

DOC BROWN: That sucks. Anything else you want to get off your chest?

KERMIT: I hit him.

DOC BROWN: You hit Neifi Perez?

KERMIT: Yes.

DOC BROWN: How?

KERMIT: Whenever I play a baseball video game, I try to bean Neifi Perez in the cock.

DOC BROWN: Really?

KERMIT: Yes. If he’s on my team in the game, I won’t play until I trade him. And I try to trade him to a team within the division so I can hit him-

DOC BROWN: Really.

KERMIT: -in the dick as much as possible.

DOC BROWN: That’s, uh-

KERMIT: Scary?

DOC BROWN: Yes.

KERMIT: I know. So help me.

DOC BROWN: All right. Let’s try to imagine the lowest point you can ever possibly imagine for Neifi Perez.

KERMIT: Okay. Okay. I think I’d have to say the lowest point was on May 18, 2006.

DOC BROWN: What happened?

KERMIT: Well, the Cubs were playing the Washington Nationals at Wrigley Field. The Cubs were down 5-3 in the bottom of the 9th inning against the Nationals’ closer Chad Cordero. The Cubs got the tying and the winning runs on first and third base with two outs, and who comes up?

DOC BROWN: Neifi f@#$ing Perez?

KERMIT: Yes. Neifi f@#$ing Perez. On the second pitch of the at-bat, Neifi tries to f@#$ing bunt his way on base.

DOC BROWN: Bunt!? Get out! Why!?

KERMIT: Neifi said he wanted to “surprise” the Nationals and load the bases. He claimed he was not a power hitter, even though he swings from his ass every chance he gets, so he figured he’d try to bunt his way so the “surprise” was his only chance. Everyone in the stadium was surprised, all right, but only because this f@#$stick was actually batting in that situation. Not because he laid down a bunt. The worst part is that his enabler Dusty said it was a good f@#$ing idea. When the hell do you see a game end on a f@#$ing bunt put-out with the tying runs on base?

DOC BROWN: I can see why that might make you mad.

KERMIT: The only thing that made me mad was that Cordero didn’t bean him in the cock. That’s what I would have done.

DOC BROWN: Okay. I think I can help you get past this. I want you to think about something nice about Neifi. Something people might not realize.

KERMIT: Okay. Well, in 1998, the Cubs lost their final game of the season to the Houston Astros, and the San Francisco Giants could have won the NL Wild Card if they had finished off Colorado Rockies. Moments after the Cubs thought that their postseason dreams were crushed, Neifi hit a walk-off homer off Giants’ closer Robb Nen to win the game 9-8 and put the Cubs and Giants in a Wild Card tie. The Rockies win forced a one-game playoff at Wrigley Field which the Cubs won, sending them to the playoffs.

DOC BROWN: See? There’s something positive about Neifi. Does that make you feel better?

KERMIT: No.

DOC BROWN: Really?

KERMIT: No. I still f@#$ing hate the guy more than almost every Cub who has ever played the game in my lifetime.

DOC BROWN: Yeah, I can sort of see why.

KERMIT: Really?

DOC BROWN: Yeah. I think you’re cured.

KERMIT: That’s great! Can you send my bill to Neifi Perez c/o Detroit Tigers?

DOC BROWN: Ah, no. But I can give you this complimentary copy of Rubby Perez’s first album.

As Doc Brown holds up the CD, Bad Kermit looks at him in horror. Doc Brown suddenly pulls at his skin, which comes off in one piece, revealing NEIFI PEREZ underneath.

KERMIT: N-NOOOOOOOOOOO!

Bad Kermit sits bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring down his face. He looks around and gets his bearings before calming himself down. Bad Kermit looks at his bedside clock, which reads 3:51 a.m.

KERMIT: It- It was just a dream.

Bad Kermit looks at his nightstand, grabbing the sports section sitting there. The section is open to the Cubs’ box score. Bad Kermit’s eyes focus on the Cubs’ hitters. His eyes widen in horror as he reads, “SS N. PEREZ 0-4, 4 K, 0 RBI, 0 BB, .091 BA, .087 OBP, .143 SLG.

KERMIT: N-NOOOOOOOOOOO!

Bad Kermit sits bolt upright in bed, sweat pouring down his face. He looks around and gets his bearings before calming himself down. Bad Kermit looks at his bedside clock, which reads 3:51 a.m.

KERMIT: It- It was just a dream.

Bad Kermit looks at his nightstand, grabbing the sports section sitting there. The section is open to the Cubs’ box score. Bad Kermit’s eyes focus on the Cubs’ hitters. His breathes a sigh of relief as he reads, “SS R. THERIOT 2-4, 0 K, 1 RBI, 0 BB, .291 BA, .354 OBP, .401 SLG. Bad Kermit smiles and looks over at MRS. KERMIT. At that moment, Mrs. Kermit rolls over. As she does, her sleep mask slips off revealing the face of Neifi Perez.

KERMIT: N-NOOOOOOOOOOO!

FIN

The Bottom 126

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