mourning for Manny

Sometimes I think that it's not completely normal to hate your life. I thought everyone felt that way, but lately when I sing the song that my brother invented, "I Hate my Life" (sung to the tune of the old "I Love New York" campaign), people tend to go "Ohhh!" and get quiet. Excuse me, I thought I was just stating the obvious. Apparently not.
Okay.

I am not like a dog. I can't be in the moment with a bone. I'm already wondering where the next bone is coming from, and where I'm going to put this bone, and what will happen if someone takes my bone away from me? What then???

I mean, these are real problems!

Speaking of real problems I'm physically sick today over the loss of Manny Ramirez. I know I'm in the minority here, but HE IS THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO THE RED SOX. And no matter what you say, I will not change my mind. The Red Sox management made a huge mistake in my opinion in not being honest and straightforward in their dealings with him. They could have been classy and just said they were trading him because yes, he's older, but instead they played to the media and have turned Boston against him - a town that just a few short months ago, loved him. He was traded because of his "antics." Apparently, the same antics were not so bothersome when he delivered the two championship rings.

It's just a case of history repeating itself: Anyone remember this guy??