Manny Ramirez the dreadlocked left fielder for the Boston Red Sox is going to get it. He had the gall to say it is ‘not the end of the world’ if the Red Sox don’t make it to the World Series this year. That is right the left fielder spoke his mind, and every Red Sox loving Fed Ex driver in the greater Boston area is outraged. Because for them it is end of the world type angst that invades their heart every time their beloved franchise ends up short of world dominance. It marks the beginning of days of depression, days of half heartedness.
“Who cares?” Manny asks. Obviously not the players or at least not Manny. Now before we run Manny down too much, let’s applaud his honesty, and his priorities. Manny’s job is fairly simple by most job standards. His job is simply to hit the baseball, preferably over the fence, so his jog to first base isn’t too shameful. For it is hard for fanatics to justify pouring their heart and soul into supporting someone who can’t even run ninety feet in at least a three quarter sprint. If they see this too many times they might actually try doing something worthwhile in their spare time, or at least requiring some effort to be put forth for their entertainment dollar. But as long as enough of Manny’s hits make it over the fence than jogging to first base on a ground ball can be overlooked. After all Manny is a baseball player not an athlete.
Manny also is required to make some effort in left field, thankfully he has a cannon for an arm, so missing some catch able fly balls can also be overlooked, because he can get a double off the wall back to second base as good as anyone in the game.
So this how Manny puts food on his table. Compare that with your job description and I bet you end up on the short end of the stick. Now Manny says if he doesn’t get to do that next week, if instead he gets take a six month vacation, it won’t end his world. What? You mean you won’t question the very nature of your soul, Manny? The very reason for your existence? Life as you know it will continue? You don’t want that World Series 2007 ring more than any man has ever wanted anything else in the entire recorded history of human existence? How will justify your time here on Earth? As a loser? Try making 50k a year delivering packages to ungrateful people ten hours a day. Try unloading freight on the docks. Try ringing up Slurpees at the 7-11.
You see Manny will never have to do those things, because Manny can hit the ball. (see job description). And Manny has made about $140 million doing that one thing. The people above delivering the packages, unloading the freight, ringing up the Slurpees, won’t ever, ever see that kind of dough. They might now even think ‘Manny you have got it made, and you don’t even appreciate it.’
People pay a lot to watch Manny hit the ball. They pay for tickets, cable, T-shirts, Budweiser, and everything else to forget their miserable lives for three hours so they can have racing hearts, sweaty palms, and then heartbreak when Manny says ‘who cares?’ For those people know deep down in their hearts that then they have nothing to look forward to but their miserable jobs, supporting their ungrateful kids, and living in their little cookie cut out houses.
If you are up in arms, in shock and disbelief about Manny’s statement, if you are bringing it up at every opportunity even to people who don’t know who Manny is, then you are in total denial. You are in denial that you thought Manny ever cared beyond that on your average Little Leaguer. You are in denial that the Red Sox winning the pennant has any meaningful significance. And most importantly you are in denial about yourself, because if this what you care about so much, than you have nothing meaningful in your life. You pay lip service to your spouse, your kids, etc. but if your passion is being a sports fan, you will ignore or abuse them to watch your beloved team play. You will spend hours at the local watering hole to be with other social and emotional miscreants. You will guzzle beer you can’t afford, miss sleep you need to perform your job, ignore your child who would like throw the ball in the backyard, to watch Manny jog out another single that could have been a double. And then say ‘who cares?’ You do and you shouldn’t.
You see Manny knows one thing, he does have it made and he does appreciate it. He won’t ever be the retired sports star who feels worthless when his playing days are over. He knows those wild standing ovations for him are a product of the moment, and he loves it. But it could be anybody wearing that uniform, he himself doesn’t matter. And if his season ends now or if it doesn’t either way he has it made, and either way he still will.
Mac McMann writes from the male point of view at http://www.manslant.com
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