Ever wonder what happens, when a player gets traded, to all of his stuff? Shysterball does too.
I, for one, would love it if Manny Ramirez’s stuff could be shipped to Minneapolis for the next three months or so. But something tells me Manny wouldn’t waive his no-trade to go there.
No, he never sold arms to Iran, but he is well on his way to losing a very winnable Senate race against a weak opponent amid the rising tide by his own party. Much like when Ollie ran against Chuck Robb in ’94, as the New York Observer’s Steve Kornacki points out. I just hope the Franklin-Coleman race leads to a documentary as great as “A Perfect Candidate.” It would almost certainly be better than “Stuart Saves His Family.”
Star Tribune: Bear with jar on head shot in busy town
Don’t worry; it wasn’t Winnie the Pooh.
News Item: Prime Minister Ehud Olmert to resign
Longtime readers may remember my starting a pool, in the spring of ’07, over who would be gone first: Olmert, Attorney General Alberto Gonzales, World Bank President Paul Wolfowitz, or Phillies manager Charlie Manuel. Wolfowitz was whacked a month later (the day before my wedding, in fact); Mr. I Don’t Recall departed three months later, Olmert lasted until today, and Charlie is of course still plugging away as Phils skipper.
The funniest thing you’ll read all day. But it’s still not nearly as offensive as that VH1 Def Leppard biopic, the one where Anthony Michael Hall was Mutt Lange and they showed Rick’s car accident four different times from different angles.
Jim Caple is funny, as he shows us what Manny Ramirez’s Hall of Fame plaque might look like had all his trade requests over the years been honored.