Manny Ramirez‘s return to Chavez Ravine on July 16 was overwhelmingly (and unsurprisingly) positive. Why not? They cheered Bonds in the Bay Area. Missourians still dig Big Mac (and Big Macs). They cheered Alex Rodriguez in the Bronx. Heck, New Yorkers even cheered Sergio Mitre after he threw 5.2 innings in a winning effort on Tuesday. The bottom line is that fans – generally speaking – want their players to be clean and awesome, but when push comes to shove, they’ll settle for just awesome.
In Major League Baseball’s 133-year history, 17,056 players have come and gone. From that, only 229 of those players are in the Hall of Fame (about 1 of every 74.5).
Hey, did you hear? L.A.’s natural hitter uterine supplement abuser Manny Ramirez got caught using uterine supplements and was sent down to the minor leagues until his uterus was less supplemental. Have I got that right? I’m not keen on details. Really, the only thing I’m sure about is that Manny Ramirez has a uterus. I’m also sure that while he was down in the minors last month, Man-Ram made a few dozen minor leaguers angry with him.
Any movie fan following Hollywood’s ever-increasing downward spiral of original ideas can’t be all that jazzed about this summer’s lineup Aside from Pixar’s “Up” and frat-friendly “The Hangover” most of the remaining blockbusters are sequels and remakes. Transformers, Harry Potters, Terminators, Da Vinci decoders, X-Men, Nights at Museums, Trekkies, Pelham-takers, Ice Agers, Sandra Bullock being clumsy. We’ve all danced this dance before.
I feel for you moviegoers, I do. What’s happening more and more in Hollywood is the same erosion I’ve seen in another great art form: sports nicknames.