There is a subject I've quite obviously refused to address here for some time now: Manny Ramirez. There are two reasons for that.
One, he doesn't play for the team anymore, and so once I gave him his sendoff back at the beginning of August, it was time to move on. It is unhealthy and unproductive to fixate on a ballplayer who no longer plays for Boston, and my time and energy is much better spent focusing on the guys who actually play for my team.
But, more realistically, the second reason is plain fatigue. I'm sick of listening to bitter windbags piss on him like a criminal, or fanboys revere him like some kind of untouchable saint. He was neither. I'm sick of the incessant need to dissect his every move, every word, every gesture. Sick of the tendency to blow everything he does (or doesn't do) out of proportion. Sick and tired of being sick and tired.
I will never be sick of Manny. I will never tire of watching him go bonkers at the plate. I will always adore Manny for who he was and what he meant to this town and this team. But I am not an idiot and so I also recognize that he (like every other human on the planet) is fallible and made his share of mistakes. However, he is gone, so until the day this place is converted to a Dodgers blog (won't happen), I'm not going to feed the beast and fan the flames by engaging in some kind of ongoing dialogue about Manny minutiae.
Unless we play the Dodgers in the World Series. Then all bets are off.




on October 2, 2008 11:13 PM
Right on Texas Gal