I am numb to this news.
Manny Ramirez suspended 50 games for violating Major League Baseball’s drug policy.
I read that this morning, shrugged, chuckled, shook my head and turned my full attention back to my Cheerios. It just doesn’t surprise me anymore, and if it surprises you I wish I shared your optimism.
Manny Ramirez is ruining baseball one dreadlock at a time. He drug his feet and pouted in Boston like a kid in a craft store until he finally got what he wanted. He started the trend of uniforms so baggy he could smuggle a Christmas ham out to left field, and then, because he can apparently do whatever he wants, sneak behind the Green Monster and eat it.
But that was all cute because it was, “Manny being Manny.” I wish I could create a phrase for myself as a Get Out of Jail Free Card. I’ll stop shooting highlights of games and fake a sore tongue so I don’t have to anchor, but I’ll get away with it because that’s just my personality…you know…Andy being Andy.
Today is the last straw for me and Manny. I will cover this story as my job seems fit. But only that. When ESPN starts their newest channel, ESPNManny, I’ll be the guy not watching.
AI
Evidently nobody cares.