... I would like to make it official that I am sick to the point of gagging from hearing the name "Manny". As in that idiot baseball guy. All I heard all day today, on the news, at work, at the gas station, was ... Blah, blah, blah, Manny. Yadda, yadda, yadda, Manny. Yak, yak, yak, Manny. Yadda, yadda, blah, yak, Manny, blah, blah, blah.. It's enough to make you yak. Sorry, I can't believe the extent to which people can discuss this. I'll bet Massachusetts companies incurred millions in lost productivity today, just from idiots endlessly discussing this non-issue. Worst of all, I had to listen to my coworker "Bob"*, who you may recall feels the need to assault me with this sort of drivel. "....Ya know, Manny's jus afta da money, he don't give a [hoot] about da Boston Red Sox team or da Tradition, or nothin'...". Ya know what "Bob"? Neither do I. I too, am only after the money. Really, WHO CARES!!! Good riddance, Manny! Go, shoo, leave, nothing to see here Manny, move along. Come back when you can't stay so long. Don't let the door hit you, and all that.
Here's an idea. Perhaps we can trade the whole team to some other city, they can even take their grimy, crumbling stadium with them. And then we could build a nice potpourri shop in its place, or a junk yard, or a maybe a good Greek restaurant. Much better.
*See Fetafilter post, Feb. 27, 2007
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