Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito. Yo te quiero, oh mi corazn. -The Clash
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! Man oh man. Sakes alive. The greatest right-handed hitter in baseball is at it again.
The greatest right-handed hitter in baseball has just joined the exclusive 500 homerun club. I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member. There are twenty-three other members of that club. Of those twenty-three, only Jimmie Foxx and the Splendid Splinter have higher lifetime batting averages than Ramirez’s .312 mark. How about that? How about this? His 1,638 RBIs heading into Friday’s game were 25th all time. He’ll be moving up that ladder. Movin’ on up to the east side. Getting his piece of the pie.
Manny has incredible numbers. Ridiculous numbers. Hall of Fame numbers. As the kids like to say these days, he sure can rake. All this guy does is rake. Sox winning, Manny rakes. Sox losing, Manny rakes. Big games, Manny rakes. Small games, Manny rakes. Business bad? Fuck you, pay me. Oh, you had a fire? Fuck you, pay me. Place got hit by lightning, huh? Fuck you, pay me. That’s Manny.
Don’t be fooled by his loose attitude. His loosey goosey attitude. He just may be the hardest working man in show business. He’s the first one in the weight room. He’s the first one at the ballpark. He’s endlessly watching film. He works tirelessly at his craft. Manny talking about the off-season: “I know this might sound funny, but I play baseball. Me and Varitek play in the training field. Can’t get our minds off of it.” So pack up your criticisms. Pack up your lollygag the ball around the outfield. Pack up your lollygag your way down to first. Just pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile. Smile at the best right handed hitter you ever did see.
Public Acknowledgements: Groucho, Mel Allen, Jeffersons, Goodfellas and George Henry Powell
Public Spectacle:
Peace out homies. Six two and Even!
Need More? Boston Red Sox,Manny Ramirez,MLB
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