Damn

The patent absurdity of grown men playing a kid's game for millions and millions of dollars just became a little less enjoyable for me with this news.

He was an egotistical, selfish, and whiny man who allowed his image to be coopted to lend a sheen of rebellion to a megalithic sports corporation. But we knew that, and somewhow he was still fun- and sometimes awe-inspiring- to watch. And now I have to endure seeing him sit next to Joe Torre yucking it up in the dugout (pinestripes or no, its still an image that makes me want to vomit).

Bye Manny, you talented douche.