Chase Utley assuming alternate offseason personality

The season is over. Time for all of us to adopt the alternate personas we live under during the winter. Or are the ballplayers the false identities?

We don't know "Rick" very well. Is he a power hitter? How are his knees? Is he even in his thirties, or is he a young, hungry guy, just entering his prime?

Or is he an anti-Chase, some sort of mirrored, dark world version of the second baseman we love. Does he hate puppies and kittens? Does he have an MVP award that he deserved?

We'll never know. This may be Rick grabbing a quick slice of Philly before he jets out of town for SoCal, where people know him better than we salty east coasters ever will.

"Hey, Rick's back!" the people in the surf shack where Rick works say as he enters after another summer away. "Where you been, man? Where do you go?"

And Rick looks out the window at the waves crashing on the beach, and lets the sound slowly fade into a roaring home crowd, screaming his name as he bashes a heroic walk-off off a stunned opposing closer.

"Nowhere," he mutters, a mischevious grin, "I can't get back to."

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