Say Goodbye to Mannywood

Faster than you can say "It's just Manny being Manny", my man, the braided one, departed from Dodgertown and made his entrance in Chi-town with that team from the south side. I can't say I'm surprised, or even disappointed. A relationship that began with so much potential totally tanked once the cat, or should I say estrogen, was out of the bag (hmmm - I think there's a lesson there). Basically, he's been a shadow of his former self ever since he came back from his suspension.

In all this, my loyalty to the boys in blue has never wavered. Not even with the messy and scandalous divorce the team owners are going through right now. We've had a rough year, but for a true baseball fan, there's always next year.

So farewell to the braided one and his guaranteed salary that we dumped on the White Sox. I wish him the best, and may he be able to endure the verbal abuse he's sure to receive from Ozzie Guillen. For my boys, it's on to bigger and better things, and hopefully more championships. And to paraphrase Billy Joel - "Say goodbye to Mannywood".

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