All of New York breathed a heavy sigh, and began to cheer today. Manny Ramirez, former bringer of death and steroid abuser, and current bench staple, has finally retired after 20 years of playing...or something like that. Am I happy. You better believe it. But is it sad to see him go in this way. Kind of.
Manny was nabbed for drugs- which ones he was nabbed for is a topic of question-, and this forced him to retire. Now granted, while I'm happy to see the man go, it would have been better if it wasn't due to this. Maybe it could have happened after the year was over, or maybe when he was really done playing. Because this was abrupt. Too abrupt.
And the truth was that he wasn't really playing too well either. The Rays were happy to have him, because him and Johnny Damon were preventing the team from going down the crapper, but he wasn't living up to the expectations that Rays fans wanted when he was acquired. So that, added to the drug thing might have preempted it.
Still, even though this is Manny Ramirez we're talking about, it'll be kinda sad to see him go. Before he became what everyone remembers him as, he was still a pretty good player with Cleveland, and those few years alone were great. Then, in Boston, he played well, and reached two championships, but his temper on and off the field defined him. And that really brought on what well think of him as- Crazy Manny Ramirez.
And there's a chance that he could end up in Cooperstown. But at the end of the day...he was a Red Soc, and he antagonized my team to the point of near explosion.
And to coincide with the Green Day reference in the title, it's simply unpredictable, and in the end it's right. And I hope he has the time of his life...at least until he's busted and indicted for steroids.