Papi and Manny |
Today, any smart Sawx fan feels further cheated. They're not going to give the rings back - nor should they - but there's a touch of hurt. Yesterday's news reminds them of that. It reminds them that Manny probably isn't heading into Cooperstown any time soon, and the Boston logo won't be on his plaque (it will be when he does get in...or if). Let me be clear though, Red Sox fans should be proud of their championships. They earned them. That was simply the era.
They should be angry or sickened or something. Manny became their guy. Indeed, he failed this most recent test as a Ray, and boy, didn't Manny leave them hanging. All class, Manny was. You know, just "Manny being Manny." Now he is gone, in a blaze of glory (or a cloud of shame) that tops off all of the bizarre stories that surrounded his career.
Even as a Yankees fan, I couldn't help but admire him (and fear him). The swing. The sheer power. The outfield antics (always an adventure). The way he stood and watched his home runs (oh how I miss Bob Gibson at those moments). You couldn't help but laugh when he took a potty break - mid-game - inside the Green Monster.
Today, all of that seems small. Trite.
He had the nerve to say that he's "at ease." At ease with being a cheater. At ease with being a quitter (on the Rays).
It's not a good day for baseball.
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