A report surfaced on the Hot Stove a few days ago which said “The New York Daily News cites a source that Manny Ramirez is expecting a deal from the Yankees”. Anther newspaper from the Dominican Republic said that Ramirez is on the verge of signing a three year $75 million dollar contract.
Whoa back up a second. Remember 2004? We all know the story, the one where the Red Sox came back from being down three games to none to win the ALCS, a seemingly impossible feat, and then went on to win the World Series. Well in that ALCS, the future World Series MVP of that year, Manny Ramirez, said that he would NEVER go to the Yankees no matter what. Does that quote remind you of anyone?
If not, here he is:
The guy who embodied the Red Sox, the guy who looked like Jesus, and the guy who many Red Sox fans believed to be Jesus. Well on December 21, 2005, he broke all of our hearts. He betrayed us, he went back on his word, and he went to the Yankees. Well, I was absolutely devestated when that happened. I refused food, and I wouldn’t talk for a while.
But this could be worse. Manny played with us for seven and a half years. We all loved Manny. We all loved his carefree spirit, we loved how he would go into the Green Monster to eat a sandwich during the middle of a game, we loved him, and he loved us.
So I’m going to tell you a story, it happened at my first game at Fenway. It was around the eighth inning, and my best friend and I had moved down to the second row behind the batter’s box (on the Red Sox side). So it was the bottom of the eighth inning, and Big Papi and Manny Ramirez walked out together, smiling. So my friend and I stood up and started screaming, and waving our hands frantically; so both Papi and Manny smiled and waved back. Alright, alright, I teared up a little.
The second part of the story happened two nights after that, when my friend and I somehow, by the glory of God, got tickets on the Monstah. I have to tell you, walking up there, I was bouncing up and down, so the ticket guy asked me if I was alright. I told him I was better than alright. So we get up there, and of course I’m astounded by the view. Our seats were in the back row, but still that’s only three rows back. We were right above left field, right above Manny’s position! So every inning when he came out, I would stand up, jump up and down, scream, and wave. And every inning, he’d take is glove and wave back.
Johnny Damon was my favorite player when he was on the Sox, and he broke my heart (and I’m still not over it), and Manny Ramirez was my favorite player. Admittedly, I’m a bit mad at him for leaving the way he did, causing all the trouble and what not, but still, I love him. I defended him countless times against everyone who ever said that he was a lazy d-bag. And now, another one of my favorite players might be going to the Yankees, after he said he wouldn’t? Look Manny, I can take you going anywhere else, but I can’t take you going to the Yankees.
I’d have to destroy the statue I made of you in seventh grade. I’d have to change everything I have that has to do with you. But the problem is, I can’t really erase the memory of you waving at me, because that has been one of the best memories I have.