Manny Ramirez: The Pathetic Thing Is, White Sox Believes in the Dysfunctional Thug

Soon enough, on a playground in a neighborhood called Mannywood, the Manny Being Manny theme will cease, and what was formerly referred to as Dodgertown will earn back its honest name. So now, the Dodgers are finally getting the message, as a disappointing stint in Los Angeles is ending so miserably. For once, the locals are not ignorant or naïve, realizing that he’s a worthless sleaze and a franchise saboteur.

It figures, when he shamefully turned his back on the Red Sox and became such a pitiful quitter that John Henry and Theo Epstein knew they had to deal the cancerous slugger. It wasn’t long ago when he spread a poisonous disease inside the Red Sox clubhouse, abandoning a team on the field and barely retrieved balls in the left field because of laziness and wobbly knees.

Now he has joined the White Sox, a team granted property rights to claim Ramirez, who was placed on waivers last week.

The White Sox accepted the persona of a moody and narcissistic left fielder and the remaining $3.8 million on his contract. It’s very fascinating that he lands in a place with the ill-tempered Ozzie Guillen, the controversial manager who has a reputation of lashing out on issues with profanities, and isn't timid to use the race card without grasping common sense.

Manny probably can provide enough productivity if assigned to the designated hitter role. That has, indeed, been a problem for the Sox, in contention during an intense pennant race, even though Ramirez has been on the disabled list three times in the final year of his two-year, $45-million deal.

This wasn’t a healthy marriage in Hollywood, but a dysfunctional relationship that became a circus in a town famous for its entertainment and dramatic presentations, mirroring the McCourt divorce battle over team ownership. Such is the cinematic script that arrived to the city and released the repugnant feature called the Scummy Mannywood Script. It seemed pathetic that a community was so naïve to actually advocate performance-enhancing drugs and welcome in a fraudulent, arrogant outfielder who really isn’t an outfielder, but a foolish clown with nothing worth displaying unless he performs one of his outrageous stunts.

Being labeled as the purest and most dangerous hitter in baseball until the scandal surfaced, he was credited with inspiring a cheerless clubhouse and restoring a substandard baseball culture in 2008. He was welcomed and greeted with warm receptions by an ignorant crowd in Dodgertown, seizing the spotlight in an atmosphere that validated a tainted legacy and honored the then 36-year-old designated hitter by selling his wigs at concession stands.

He was supposedly the best and purest hitter until the scandal broke, and even then, the Los Angeles crowds adored him though he was serving a 50-game suspension after pumping his body with a female fertility drug.

Then there were injuries, declining production, and many acts of petulance. During his last appearance as a Dodger, while pinch hitting, the rebellious slugger was ejected for arguing with home plate umpire Gary Cederstorm when it appeared the ball missed the plate by a few inches, but was called a strike.

It’s very sad knowing that his final game in a Dodger uniform ended so grimly, when he had already missed 33 starts this season, while being benched for underachieving and nursing injuries like a right calf strain.

Now, wigs are no longer sold, no longer are there standing ovations for the sleaze with dreadlocks, and no longer are No. 99 jerseys the hottest item in the Los Angeles Basin.


It's bad enough he landed in Chicago—the South Side, for that matter—and a franchise with postseason aspirations. But given the pattern of Manny’s late surges, he could presumably benefit the White Sox. As a rental player, he has built a reputation for helping teams in pivotal moments.

He could be an essential piece on a franchise needing a minor resurgence and add some depth in the batting lineup. He is a horrible fielder who won't need to field as a DH.

But if anything, Manny Being a Dope is the wrong criminal to trust in, a horrid suspect guilty of contaminating the game, and refusing to address the fans regarding his performance-enhancer bust. If anything, he is likely to clash with Guillen in the dugout or clubhouse, ugly altercations that could damage chemistry and self-assurance.

If anything, it’s hard to envision him complying with orders because of his reputation for behaving as an arrogant and self-centered buffoon, and it’s easy to imagine all the unnecessary conflict with Manny and Ozzie in the same clubhouse and dugout. Their actions are similar in many ways, with egos greater than the team itself. If the White Sox were planning on the postseason, then Kenny Williams should have avoided taking on Ramirez’s contract.

But now, he’s one headache residing in the South Side of Chicago, a powerful burden who could even jeopardize the uncertain job statuses of Williams and Guillen.

Possessing Ramirez is like owning a raggedy hand-me-down vehicle.

And in after thought, he’s an erratic slugger with enough power in his bat to maybe thrill the White Sox by hitting the ball efficiently until he begins weeping for a larger contract. If he doesn't get what he wants, he’ll decide to quit, of course. But it’s a gamble Chicago took, right?

Manny is without a doubt, washed-up, old, useless, and bound to cause dysfunction in Chicago.

Dodgers Spend Time in Divorce Court, End Marriage With Manny

There’s much to dislike about Manny Ramirez, from the absurd drug-related bust to the ridiculous antics, to the worthless quitter he is.

Losing much sleep on whether he’ll return next season to Dodgertown is pointless, and dwelling on the disturbing topic creates a ruckus with spring training a week away.

Look, I despise Ramirez. The so-called slugger is viewed as a shameful impostor after he contaminated the game and violated the league’s drug policy.

Long removed from the sympathetic love, all the foolish adulations were blown out of proportion when the naïve fans sat in the Mannywood section and rewarded Ramirez for being a dope rather than being Manny.

He used a female fertility drug to produce artificial testosterone, shaming himself in the midst of a pathetic scam, but naïve fans advocated that cheating and throwing hissy-fits were permitted.

Shouldn’t the Dodgers faithful be tired and burned out of the marketing stunt as well as Ramirez’s prediction for the season? Let’s give our props to Boston fans, having courage to wave good-riddance to the self-centered, arrogant, egomaniacal bust.

It’s worth mentioning that he forced the Red Sox to trade him to a desperate Dodgers organization. Considering that the embattled general manager Ned Colletti's job was on the line for his failure to acquire a big-name slugger, he assumed that Ramirez was a suit in making an aggressive surge for the pennant.

Turns out, he deceived owner Frank McCourt when the news surfaced that he had used substances falsifying his natural strength.

He’s a con artist who believed he could get away with all of his insidious misdeeds, a shameless act crippling baseball.

More disturbingly, during the offseason he re-signed with the Dodgers for a $45 million, two-year contract.

So this is how he repays the organization, forecasting he may not re-sign with the team that took a risk when it reached an agreement to acquire a problematic Ramirez.

Shame on him for being the biggest sleaze in baseball, but even worst a fortune teller doubting he’ll play in Los Angeles next season.

To tell you the truth, his unnecessary baggage is a heavy burden and any team with sound judgment would jettison the cancerous superstar.

His frivolous antics are self-destructive, his arrogance defines selfishness, his drug habits define stupidity and overvalues. Longer than usual, he seems to be turning his back on the Dodgers, just as when he played for the Red Sox.

What happened this past offseason almost seems like the Dodgers hit a financial crisis. Suddenly, the Dodgers are spending ample time at Divorce Court, becoming the biggest soap opera in sports.

If there are any true fans sporting Dodgers blue, it’s because most of them are willing to invest in a ticket just for the beer, the all-you-can-eat pavilion, and Dodger Dogs.

The thing about the Dodgers is, it’s a franchise with enough interruptions and to avoid further burdens, now is a good time to divorce Ramirez.

If there’s one noticeable issue sabotaging a disoriented franchise, it’s an undermining payroll in which has already been projected to downsize as the McCourts battle over ownership of the troubled franchise.

Between Manny and the McCourts, it has turned the most exciting team in Hollywood into a Mannywood Defraud Script, a dramatic and endless movie.

Two movies to watch for during the regular-season are the McCourt’s Battle and Mannywood Defraud Script.

As fans, you should anticipate action-packed drama off the field rather than on the field, and laugh at the buffoon of the majors. He is, Manny Being a Dope.

His crazy antics were a nuisance, just as his drug usage was a disgrace stealing all attention away from the incredible ride in the regular-season with the absence of Ramirez. While he served a 50-game suspension for juicing the game, the role players lifted to stardom and confirmed how dominant they were without Manny.

The only reason we’ve dealt with the stupid Mannywood nonsense, is because it was a way to promote the Dodgers as a franchise, a marketing ploy attracting fans to purchase tickets, dreadlock hairpieces and No. 99 jerseys.

That was a real shame, having more to look forward to. Without him, the role players flourished, without him, there were fewer distractions, and without him the Dodgers won a significant amount of games.

That, of course, means the Dodgers are fine without Manny’s long balls, given its strong depth of sumptuous hitters.

But lately, the endless uproar is encompassing whether Manny wears a Dodgers uniform next season, corralling a distraught episode adding to laughable turmoil. All of the sudden, spring training erupts into media mayhem.

Now, all curiosity is on Ramirez with uncertainty striking the team at the worst possible time. It’s bad timing to stir up havoc, but it’s good timing to reduce chaos by trading him. In likelihood, it’s difficult to imagine Ramirez returning next season.

Maybe the Dodgers finally have working brain cells to realize he’s a contiguous disease spreading around the clubhouse. There’s a cure, perhaps, if the franchise sends him away in the final year of his contract.

What are they missing? He hasn’t been the same since his return last season. Quite simply, his hitting percentage has declined mightily.

As he ages, he cannot ground the ball efficiently on his wobbly knees in which the Dodgers may want to consider trading him to an American League team.

About three months from now, he’ll turn 38 and his age is starting to show, not nearly as quick to ground and retrieve the ball in left field.

If he doesn’t retire at the end of the season, he may play for an AL team and could benefit within a struggling offense as a designated hitter.

Before his suspension last season, he was hitting .348, but finished the season at .290. Off to a good start, he hit six homers and drove in 20 runs in 27 games, but returned to the batting order sluggishly. He hit only 13 homers and drove in 43 runs in 77 games.

Being an asterisk and a worthless S.O.B., the Dodgers didn’t miss out.

Instead, it called for distraction. This never was a lovable marriage, but a cancerous relationship.

There’s nothing worth regretting when the divorce papers are final.

Baseball on Brink of Self-Destruction? Be Responsible, Selig

As curiosity strikes baseball faster than CC Sabathia’s fastball or even Cliff Lee’s curveball, you must come to realize baseball is a sport caught in hazed, gloomy clouds. The game is the root of all evil, casting hideous and despicable conceptions on what was America’s Pastime, but now America’s Disgrace.

In a way, the game seems like it’s on the brink of self-destruction when all you hear about are syringes and pills, rather than purity and artistic features.


The beauty of the game capitulated and crippled, allowing uncertainty to implode all the positive hallmarks. To be honest, this is a sad moment, a rampant stage when the game is eclipsed of all the outrageous scandals. Just so there’s no one befuddled, the Steroid Era continues.

Either a player tells on himself, or the mysterious list of 104 players keeps giving away stunning results and overwhelms us all. Why every time a name is linked our jaws drop and eyes shut in disbelief?

Come on, we’re living in the Steroid Era. But worst is, we’re living in a generation when an apathetic commissioner ignored the emergence of steroid buzzes. Right in front of Bud Selig’s eyes, there were signs of performance-enhancing drugs, literally equipped to contaminate the competitive nature in the mid-1990s. But his mindless persona, gave players the authority to juice the game.

In other words, he allowed and urged players to deceit and ruin integrity. Trust me, Mr. Bud is a rogue. He refused to institute a steroid bust, raiding criminals of the game on a regular.

Trust me, Mr. Bud is an idiot. He has done little to mend sorrow. For instance, you’d think he’ll have firmness to address the issues and crack down on insidious sluggers, maybe by enforcing harsh sanctions.

But the first idea that comes to mind, he’s ashamed of all the steroid revelations, a list of shameful announcements and all the scandals to shame the majors. In what was viewed as purity and cleanness, now is gazed as a toxic waste and practice for the one’s admired to strengthen their performance and master an advantage in the hitting department.

What! That’s so terrible. And they should be proud of themselves? Not a chance. It’s a disgrace whenever anyone hoax the game, and being proud of yourself for such ignominy is a sickness, insecurity or even low self-esteem.

If Bud had used his useless noggin before a hellish age ravaged the majors, baseball wouldn’t have egregious steroid crisis. Fine, establishing a policy to avoid performance-enhancing drugs is condoned, but all players won’t be encouraged to give up their fraudulent habits.

If Bud initiated a plan to resolve drugs before turning chaotic, he wouldn’t have to stress over integration or a shameful regime corrupting. He’s an absent-minded baseball commissioner who needs to be responsible, not an irresponsible goon. But, unfortunately, he’s a goon.

Everyone is laughing at Bud, the big clown of the majors and refuses to perform his biggest act. That’s taking accountability for cleaning up a contaminated sport, even though the game is suffering of mortals.

The longer Selig sits and waits, the longer the game is irreparable, which means it's hard to recover from an era of sleazes and when drug emporiums are inside clubhouses. If he’s not aware, the use of banned substances merely forges worst scenarios and stains the aspects of baseball. Until he takes action, we not even remotely close of pasting the steroid stages.

Meanwhile, Selig is inane and even in denial for believing the game is past the Steroid Era. He is, again, not utilizing his brain properly if he thinks the average player is clean and hasn’t committed hideous crimes. Anyone with a functional brain understands clearly that there are plenty of baseball stars who haven’t been caught. Ah, yeah!

By using common sense, many of them were smart and cleaned out their systems in time of random testing. By using common sense, baseball isn’t clean. And by assuming his sport is clean, Selig is characterized as goof in denial of what has happened to the game.

Until baseball has an accurate test for HGH and steroids, Selig could repossess credibility, but until then, his credibility is diminished. Behind the scenes there are players right now tricking Selig by using HGH and maybe even steroids.

And who exactly knows if the embarrassed man ever gets it. But, apparently, he doesn’t get it. It’s unfair delivering favoritism towards Mark McGwire, when there were those who came clean on national television or were linked to using substances.

For instance, Alex Rodriguez confessed to the world of his PED use, but wasn’t credited for revealing the truth. Instead he was belittled and blasted by Selig, who didn’t have any compassionate reactions when he stared at cameras and into the television releasing a sincere admission and apology to betrayed teammates and fans.

That’s a whole different story for McGwire, the cheater who has been described as paragon, even though his flimsy excuses are mind-boggling and inadvisable. So the explanation and apology is good enough for McGwire, in which he’s awarded and endorsed for poor judgment. It doesn’t make sense, when he used steroids during his playing career and wondrous milestone.

Although it's seen as an asterisk, a tainted McGwire was responsible for saving the game of baseball and broke the home run record in a single season. But now, a remarkable record is tainted and meaningless as Selig is dumb for the self-defense of McGwire. If Selig deeply cared about integrity, he would punish those who violated the rules and treat all players fair whether right or wrong.

If so, Pete Rose would have been reinstated. For six years, he has been ignored and signaled out. He has nicely begged Selig to reinstate him, but the commish quickly responded and shock his head no. Rose apologized for gambling on the game, constantly, when McGwire apologized one time.

There’s something wrong with the picture here.

Baseball is a messy sport. And as long as Bud oversees the league, the majors are faced with doom and malevolent scandals. I’m not allowing impunity to the fraudulent slugger Manny Ramirez, who resides in a neighborhood called Mannywood, but he was suspended 50 games last season for using a female fertility drug.

I’ve watched the league frail before my very eyes, and have never felt so betrayed, hoodwinked or cheated in my life. David Ortiz was a big name, the big slugger who arising when he suddenly was noticed as a big-name star in Boston. But no wonder why he crushed long-balls over the Green Monster.

Yes, indeed, his name unveiled from the list. Trust me he was never a Big Papi. Sammy Sosa’s name revealed deceitfulness, too. A-Rod is forgotten as the next home run king, after his name surfaced from the list.


Oh no, Selig! You have a serious crisis on your hands. What will you do to resolve it? I know nothing. If Bud hasn’t taken any action during a horrendous regime, why would he take action now? His successor, Fay Vincent, would’ve taken an important stance on the steroid issue. I know that for a fact.

There is someone in this country attacking Bud Selig verbally. He is, Jose Canseco, and still is gushing over alleged users. If you need information or details on the Steroid Era, find the man with the most credibility, the man with the most specifics and truth.

Each time he singles out a name formerly it usually are signs of the truth. There’s no one time that Canseco has been deceitful or spoke spiteful of players. Hell, I’ll believe him, before I believe Selig. That’s the truth.

Bud should be ashamed of himself for advocating juicing. If he’s not willing to address issues and punish players of iniquities, they'll continue to get away with juicing and damaging integrity. If so, doesn’t that make Bud a dope?

Absolutely!

Statement: Phillies Confirm How To Play Like Champs

You practically can feel the loving wealth, spreading around the streets of Philly. At a point when Philly cheese steaks aren’t as tasty or lovable as the Philadelphia Phillies, the rabid town has again went nuts, not over the Eagles or Michael Vick’s craze, not over the Sixers season-opener next week, and definitely not over the Flyers.

For now, a fervid and rambunctious crowd is crazy for the Phillies on a raucous Broad Street, where the uncontrollable fanatics are wilder than the Philly Phanatic, yet celebrating a back-to-back appearance in the World Series.

No wonder why there’s a crack in the Liberty Bell, when loud echoes are heard in an entire community that gives its heart to the luckiest franchise in Philly this century. No wonder why boos have turned into cheers the last few seasons.

So, on another frigid night at Citizens Bank Park, the large capacity erupted on nearly each homer crushed out of the hitters-friendly park. Much of the night, fans erupted spirit and sounded off with “Beat L.A.!” chants.

That’s technically all you need to know, describing a well-experienced and mettlesome core predicating the factual character of champs. After all, entering the season, the Phillies knew what it took.

Despite struggling and overcoming adversity, Philadelphia never quit and raised intensity a notch when producing wins suddenly became meaningful. Similar to last year, the Phillies informed to the entire world, where the champion banners belong. Similar to last year, they were overmatched for the Dodgers, having fun and precisely romped Los Angeles in five games and clinched the NLCS with a 4-games-to-1 differential.

Greater than clinching the National League Title, the Phillies are in good position to repeat a NL pennant in 13 years. If the Phillies happens to reach an agenda and writes a new chapter in the history books, it will be the first franchise to complete such an unforeseen achievement since the Cincinnati Reds defined tenacity, longevity and unity. It’s the same features, the Phillies constitutes greatly, staying together as a unified core and illustrated the significance of having chemistry.

Meanwhile, Joe Torre’s squad is still growing. The Dodgers have good chemistry inside the clubhouse, but a feeble rotation was a vital factor in a horrid letdown. Missing out at the non-waiver trade deadline badly blemished the Dodgers, like watching Rocky Balboa in a one-sided heavyweight fight, or similar to watching Vick single-handedly thrash defenders in the” Wildcat” formation and rush for all-purpose yards.

No need to take a guess, our country was earnestly awaiting Broadway vs. Hollywood, New York vs. Los Angeles, Steinbrenner vs. Torre, Yankees-Dodgers World Series. A newborn rivalry was waiting to produce fresh blood, but now it has the makings of an East Coast clash among two top-profile clubs with large influences on the market.

When it consists of two teams with dangerous sluggers, a pair of strikeout aces, an epic classic is bound to happen. For instance, take Ryan Howard, a legitimate big man who beautifully makes contact with a hard-throwing pitch to crush a massive shot, which normally goes the distances. He’s the high-profile hitter who emerged into a slugfest machine, depositing nearly all baseballs into the stands. Believed to be one of the purist hitters in the game, $5 foot-longs at Subway are a factor, lifting his performance level. That’s one way to enhance your performance level, right?

Not much of a factor in Game Five, Howard was greatly appreciated at the end of the night. Honored with the series Most Valuable Player award, and absorbed more chants and cheers, rather than boos when his endless homers devised momentum and intrepid. As the Phillies still believe with enough zest to win it all, Howard said excitedly, “we have one more step: then we got action”.

The cleverest general manager, Ruben Amaro Jr. also stood before a large capacity crowd thanking all the loyal fans for their support, when credit goes to him for assembling and bringing in proper necessities to contend for back-to-back jubilance. He was very successful in fortifying the rotation, realizing how shaky the bullpen was for much of the year. All his savvy arrangements paid off, and now Philadelphia advances to the World Series again as the Dodgers were hammered for the second straight year against a franchise that made smarter decisions and aggressively pursued in acquiring depth improving in the second half of the season.

Heavily, the front office put too much effort in retaining Manny Ramirez. In the offseason, Ned Colletti overacted, centered on continuous negotiations with baseball agent and manipulator Scott Boras, just to hold on to the Mannywood marketing product that has abruptly deteriorated. There’s not much left to see from a so-called slugging wannabe who damn-near contaminated an entire era as the masses never considered the Great Manny a bust.

But his numbers have plunged since the league banned the most despised hitter in the game for a 50-games suspension. In just 32 at-bats the wannabe or Manny Being a Dope Idiot had disappointing results, finishing with a homer, four RBI’s and six strikeouts. Just from staring at the stat sheet, I noticed he had more strikeouts than RBI’s.

If you ask me, I just can’t see a player who falsified the game returning in a blue uniform.

Hopeful days are approaching for the Dodgers. In a 10-4 rout, Los Angeles lost swaggering, but refused to leave without a fight. Despite losing, positive signs were presented when outfielder Andre Ethier and first baseman James Loney each belted solo shots. The youth of the Dodgers are developing an identity, but has yet risen to a premier level, needing to consolidate the pitching rotation.

A series summarized by dominant pitching, despite a substandard bullpen, the Phillies relied on the brilliant heroics of Cliff Lee, a left-handed ace who’s artistic throws, by far, is the greatest breaking ball in the game. Pedro Martinez was star-studded and kept the Dodgers’ bats quiet, a midseason acquisition that was very productive in timely situations.

After all, the Phillies aren’t a fluke. Other players shined in critical roles, burning the Dodger Dogs, mostly on hits soaring through the chilled skies of Philly. There was outfielder Jayson Werth, collecting five homers this postseason, and likely the biggest one of his career in the seventh inning when he lofted a solo shot.

There was center fielder Shane Victorino, the Flyin’ Hawaiian and pest in center, rarely dropping shots traveling his direction. But offensively, he came up big, nailing a two-run homer off the sensational Clayton Kershaw in the sixth inning to give the Phillies a commanding 8-3 lead.

That led to a Philly-tastic celebration, when players jived on the mound like big children. When Victorino caught a fly ball to record the final out, fireworks brighten the skies, just as the Phillies energized the crowd igniting a towel-swinging party. The champagne was chilled, and when they made way to the clubhouse the party started as teammates were drenched.

But on the other side, in the dugout, sat the helpless Dodgers upset on how it all ended somberly and stared at the celebration reflecting from a disappointing letdown. Overcoming the heartbreaking defeat when the young Jonathan Broxton blew the save in Game Four, they came into the game with a readiness mindset, but the Phillies weren’t a match, having all the weapons to overpower faith.

Theory is, the Phillies weren’t only smarter, but overlooked and overmatched, confirming to the world that they still are the experts to beat. In the City of Brotherly, champs reside and believe.

MLB--The Mysterious List Lingers: Quit Holding Secrets, Unveil Names

As baseball continues to reveal fraudulent secrets, raiding players on a monthly period, the revelations are compiling more derision. There’s a secret List that continues to release names, busting players who are cons, cheats, and corrupted baseball to stain a beloved sporting league.


The majors are currently the biggest sporting soap opera, dismantling the beauty and artistic class of the game. This has burned out the hearts of fans, neglecting much of their consciousness on subtle nights or afternoons at the ballpark with family, hot dogs, peanuts, cotton candy, and any other rituals that come with, now, a contaminated game.

We live in the Steroid Era, where it has turned baseball inevitably into a toxic wasteland. Many of us have already lost interest and deterred in admiring and rooting for the home team, of course, if they didn’t win it was a shame. And neither baseball nor the players union is winning, so I guess we can call baseball a shamed sport.

Through an entire era of deceptive absurdity, incorporates convenient excuses, and hundreds of lies from players demanding to revise features of getting ensnared for juicing. Just from the number of busted players we admired and claimed as pure hitters or weren’t believed to be an asterisk, tricked us with their unnatural inabilities.

From all over, we were convinced and never doubted that anyone was a tainted suspect of fraud. But allowing ourselves to avoid from rationalizing what has transpired, fans never faced reality and understood that facades would eventually damage baseball’s psyche.

It did.

By now, fans should be weary, upset, and burned out. I myself might decide to boycott the game for some time, since there are misleading concepts. Because there were players who failed to abide by the law and weren’t confident enough to employ natural fortitude, they’ve disappointed us by ruining our avid senses. And now, the apathetic MLB commissioner, Bud Selig, watches everything turn into a siege.

No one in their right frame of mind, persistently wants to hear about a player getting banned or leaked to a report for using performance-enhancing drugs. No one in their right state of mind, wants to continuously hear lingering issues or reports of players they greatly appreciate and relishes proclaimed as a juicer.

Sadly, baseball immerses a lingering mystery, in which the players union and the majors refuse to confide annoying secrets. Currently, what is known, baseball is in a serious steroid crisis, but the public shamelessly are only aware of four top-profile stars.

Classify them as wannabes and impostors who couldn’t perform in the game correctly, needing syringes or pills to elevate fame and potential.

With all the constant steroid fiascoes, circulating and clouding up the league, maybe it answers why union chief Donald Fahr is stepping down, exhausted of a fragile season that centralized a crime scene, ignoring all the legit attributes of the game.

It is a terrible season of devastation and embarrassment that Fahr is choosing to escape, impairing a long legacy that is frail, soiled by leaked names.

Distressed outrage that taunts and points fingers directly at the union is enough to make the boss step down of his commands. It isn’t only stressful, but also insulting and scrutinizing to Fahr, who seems to be liable and blamable, especially when the union has no intention of revealing the list and have access.

But baseball has mishandled the doping ordeal, allowing it abruptly to describe the game as a Drug Dealing League, rather than Major League Baseball.

In other words, sadly, you have DDL, rather than MLB.

Still, the majors have found excuses to keep performance-enhancers silent, sweeping it under the rug. And they are still refusing to unmask the truth as if they’re in denial and embarrassed of disadvantages it has breed. So they want us to believe the list wasn’t supposed to ever exist.

The union was unsuccessful in disposing the list that was never supposed to be announced publicly. That’s a lie. See, the majors are big liars just as the players.

But somehow the feds were able to grab the list from under the union to probe names involved in sick scandals. Assuming the feds are done with their investigations, the New York Times somehow was able to obtain access and now is leaking out names that appear to be on the list. Maybe this will be a suitable time to get it over with. Maybe this will be a good time to quit hiding the truth.

The more the union and the majors hide the fact of the matter, the more humiliation it will present and the more it will weaken the game. Just this year alone, baseball is in limbo, as it is hard to believe what anyone says. With the list publicized, it is a moment for the majors to get steroid havoc off their chest.

After all, there are more important things to focus on like Albert Pujols’ exceptional Triple Crown chase, which is eclipsed by the complex juiced era. Many of us are uncaring about syringes and pills, but are caring of RBIs, OBPs, homers, and wins.

All we are asking is for the lingering list to vanish, and by reporters leaking names month to month, we are long past the dreary and exhausting reports. It’s to the point when reports have rattled our brains and gotten on our last nerves, upsetting us as we can’t focus on the magnifying fragments.

The only alternative for clearing up cynical complexities is to UNVEIL THE LIST, UNMASKED THE TRUTH. Otherwise names will continue to reveal into a public ruckus and it will hover over the game eternally.

None of the names that have being unveiled is a surprise, but are appealing to learn baseball’s criminals. There isn’t much of a secret as names one by one continues to startled us.

From the anonymous list of players in 2003, four top-notched players have being taunted, targeted, disregarded, disliked, and destroyed by fans. David Ortiz and Manny Ramirez surfaced into infamous spotlight on Thursday.

Then in June, Sammy Sosa was announced as a cheater, after he had already used a cork in his bat years ago. And then in February, there was Alex Rodriguez whose name came out before training camp.

Good enough hints to inform major league baseball of a preposterous rift in a sport everyone just wants to move on. It is a list of 104 players, not four players. It is appropriate to inform us of the other 97 players who were lying to us. Of course they’ll refuse to have their names announced, but it is something that has to be done.

Knowingly, none of the guilty players will talk. That is from former to present players whose names may be on the list. But not when it can defame and diminish their livelihood and fans from bracing them, including Hall of Fame legacy. Oh well, the anonymous 97 brought it on themselves and no must face the dangerous aftermath of losing prominence.

But if baseball wishes to move on, just bare the infamous list for your own welfare.

From Dodgertown to Mannywood: That's Absurd Ignominy

At Dodgertown, a naïve crowd is obsessed with Dodger Dogs, concession-stand dreadlocks, the expensive taste of beer and Manny Ramirez. On an amiable playground that assessed a new name, Mannywood, courtesy of the obnoxious and inattentive crowd, endures Ramirez’s cartoonish frolics and generates absurd adulation.


Since returning from a 50-game suspension for violating baseball’s drug policy, Ramirez has been praised as an innocent celebrity. The Dodgers decided to reopen the Mannywood section, to produce in marketing after fans continuously bothered the organization with nagging e-mails and phone calls to re-establish the overly ecstatic section.


Giving glorious receptions and respect to Ramirez, who lied, cheated, laughed at us and took a fertility drug to produce artificial testosterones, revealed his deceitful demeanor. Like the indomitable crowd cares, still wearing No. 99 jerseys, dreadlocks and hoisting signs proudly in support of Ramirez.

And myriad of residence in Mannywood downplays the shameful crime, refusing to realize he is considered the biggest juicer in the game and the revelations were described as the most-apparent scandal in baseball.

Most important, the Dodgers can win without Ramirez. As the fans omit players such as outfielders Juan Pierre, Andre Ethier, Matt Kemp, Orlando Hudson and pitchers Clayton Kershaw and Chad Billingsley, the crowd praises as if it's a one-man team.

When Ramirez was in the slammer, the Dodgers managed to stay atop the National League standings, so clearly they don’t need a fraud.

Pathetically, the fans are just as big of dopes as Manny.

It’s a damn shame.

Mannywood Residence Indulgence Has Sauntered as They Deny Truth

Anyone could be naïve and express gratitude, especially in Mannywood, where fans have shown appreciation for Manny Ramirez. The large population in Mannywood is wasting unnecessary indulgence after he betrayed and cheated the great game of baseball, persuading us to believe that he was the purest hitter in baseball. So, why were fans holding up Mannywood signs?


If fans in Section 51 somehow understand how much shame Ramirez has imprinted on the game, then there’s a better understanding. Instead of gratitude, people who care about the Dodgers should be booing Ramirez, not welcoming the deceitful left-fielder home with warmth receptions, long standing ovations, and advertisements of Mannywood. By any means, all of this is just absurd nonsense, and I never could understand the point of a proud crowd embracing someone of wrongdoing.

He committed the most heinous crime, and hasn’t even won a World Series with the Dodgers. You swear the fans are cheering on the purest hitter in baseball who just bolstered them to new heights and title chances. Because the population in Los Angeles is too inattentive and forgetful to face the truth, Ramirez can get a free pass of his gruesome crimes. Perhaps I can remind everyone that he used a fertility drug that produced artificial testosterone, and from there humiliated himself, tarnishing and corrupting a legacy that is now tattered.

A crippled legacy isn’t the way Dodgers fans described it on Thursday night, selling out Dodger Stadium to come see the fraudulent Ramirez for the first time since the 50-game suspension. On the first night back in his friendly environment, fans wear dreadlocks, No. 99 jerseys, and cheered each time he stepped into the batter's box. So, this means fans are condoning doping, careless of how it has ruined the game and integrity of baseball? Either way they look at this foolish ordeal, Ramirez’s legacy has diminished and just because he receives cheers from a heedless crowd doesn’t mean he gets off of violating baseball’s drug policy.


But Ramirez should have being evicted, not anointed for using banned substance. I have a problem with fans anointing him as if he’s innocent of his erroneous juice bust. If anything, it should have urged fans to take it to greater measures, by ignoring his cartoonish antics and refusing to purchase any merchandise. Theory is fans persist on alleviating Ramirez with essential accolades for two reasons: First and foremost, once the season closes, he will become a free-agent. And secondly, as long as he is producing and the Dodgers win enough games to absorb a large fan base and potential appearance to the World Series, fans will worship him and ignore the fact the he ever used performance-enhancers.

For much of the night, fans in the outfield sections blew kisses, hoisted signs, and ridiculously chanted Ramirez’s name. The Dodgers have currently reopened Mannywood, a campaign and sections in the Dodgers Stadium that should have stayed removed from the amiable crowd who erupted into frenzies and tried to inveigle him to toss the ball into the stands. One reason the Dodgers decided to reopen Mannywood was to maintain high results in marketing. Another reason was to appease and entice Ramirez to remain in Dodgers blue.


Why, when the Dodgers were fine without Ramirez, and still managed to produce runs and hits?

Why, when images and distractions affected the organization a bit?

And why, after Ramirez mislead owner Frank McCourt, who was irritable of learning that he used something to produce performance level?

Courtesy of fans whose pesky phone calls annoyed management and tempted the organization to renew Mannywood. Still, fans believe he’s the reason they have turned into a legitimate contender, and could possibly even win their first World Series title in 21 years. Good guess, but Ramirez isn’t the cure of the Dodgers. Sure, he takes pressure off of teammates such as Andre Ethier and Matt Kemp. Sure, they can amass more runs and hit much efficiently with Ramirez back in the lineup. And sure, he can drill homers to ignite the crowd.

But he can never repossess creditability, unless there are naïve fans. And shamefully there are. But he will be praised for hitting .352 with nine home runs and 29 RBI.

While Ramirez served his time, the Dodgers didn’t miss him at all. They went 29-21 and remained atop the National League, while Ramirez was in the proverbial slammer, and portrayed as the biggest doper in baseball. It is definitely the biggest scandal and the wildest fans have ever supported a player convicted of fraud.

Sadly, the fans will never face the truth. And as it seems, the fans are the ones with egregious antics.

Fans Are Cheating Themselves, Manny Ramirez a Real Sham

Jason Giambi apologized when he returned to the Yankees after testifying before a grand jury to admit he had used steroids. Friday night, at a postgame conference, it was Manny Ramirez doing the exact same thing, just slightly different.


Finally, Ramirez addressed the media and returned for the first time since he was suspended 50 games for Juicing It Up and violating baseball’s drug policy. Just reinstated from suspension, Ramirez is still a darkened mystery in the majors, as no details have been uncovered.

Sure, fans accepted an apology and amazingly welcomed him back as if he has never committed shame. Ramirez is the biggest sham in baseball, even commissioner Bud Selig and dense fans haven’t quite figured out the message.

Sorry folks, you were tricked and betrayed by the same fraudulent outfielder that made a fool of you, waiting weeks later to address the media of his outrageous scandal. I call it the biggest scandal in baseball because loyalists admired Ramirez, and he vowed to us, insisting that he was the purest hitter in baseball, right?

Sadly, we believed Ramirez, confident that he had constituted purity and trusted that he had never used any substances to enhance his game.

Rather than using artistry and natural strength -- in our minds -- MANNY IS BEING MANNY, although he has tricked us and had been a juicer who abused his body and the game.

Cheating isn’t a habit I advocate, but since it is a forgiven country and people seem to be in denial about the infractions, I dare say Manny endures the lovable and sympathetic feeling. Shameful fans proudly uphold much idolatry to a cheater who ruined integrity, staining the majors of his steroid holocaust -- shame on them.

Yes, credit Ramirez for apologizes. For once, he responded to his heinous juice bust, wearing tinted shades with his well-known dreadlocks in a usual ponytail. Before a swarmed media circus, Ramirez talked briefly about using performance-enhancers, uncomfortable in addressing fraud that has tarnished a legacy and Hall of Fame votes.

He doesn’t earn my vote, and shouldn’t earn yours as a devoted fan, the same people who welcomed him back with warm receptions -- allowing Ramirez to elude a crime when he should have been evicted.

Part of the blame goes to the Dodgers, who are supporting and flattering him, ignoring that he has ever used drugs to increase his performance level. With the ownership and his teammates applauding his return, it enkindled fans to damn near throw a surprised, foolish Mannywood block party at Petco Park.

Wasn’t it the same hostile environment with a swarm of bees two days ago, which caused a delay to remove the harmful insects? Wasn’t it the same hostile environment of fans whose barbarous chants obnoxiously petrified Barry Bonds? They were the same unsympathetic fans that harassed Bonds by tossing syringes in left field a few years ago.

Doesn’t Manny deserve the same kind of greeting? After all, MANNY WAS BEING BARRY, perhaps the remote difference is that he has never committed perjury and never appeared in front of congress. But just like the rest, Ramirez belongs on Capital Hill, rather than in the Hall.

Although Ramirez apologized, he refused to respond to questions asked about steroids and never gave specifics. He was vague at the news conference, addressing the issue and plans to move on.

The infractions will haunt Ramirez, of which steroids will shamelessly smudge his image because fans braced the cartoonish left fielder as the game’s shrewdest hitter and exalted him as an icon.

An icon to eulogized in the game of baseball is Albert Pujols, who has been in constant debates on chances of winning the Triple Crown in his phenomenal career with St. Louis.

Go figure, the Dodgers shares gratitude more than disregard because Ramirez’s contract expires at the end of the season. Since the suspension, it's not understandable as the Dodgers express sympathy.

Just think, Ramirez is earning counterfeit cash with the Dodgers. True, he is one of the greatest hitters in the game, well, only if we know. At one point, owner Frank McCourt was upset when it had been revealed that Ramirez tested positive for performance-enhancers, after he was given $45 million.

Still, the Dodgers are enablers more than enforcers, admiring and celebrating his return as if he never perpetrated a real sham in baseball.

Joe Torre was surprised of the reactions at Petco Park. Fans in Dodger blue gave a standing ovation to Ramirez in his first at-bat, cheering and bracing the Mannywood campaign. And of course, there were fans that booed but the shameful cheers were louder.

Despite going hitless, 0-for-3 with a walk, Ramirez will always be loved by Dodgers fans and people in general. The Mannywood campaign is back at Dodger Stadium, and when he returns home in his first game since serving his punishment, it will be more like a wild celebration.

While in his time away, images were considered to plunge into shame.

But, the punishment and drugs made him famous as he was the biggest celeb in San Diego. Thousands of Dodgers' fans chanted “Manny! Manny! Manny!” In a sellout ballpark to see Shameful Manny, isn’t 42,217 enough and 27,000 giving a standing ovation enough?

Trust me, there were a few heckles as some chanted “Manny Roid-mirez!” But they don’t realize that the Dodgers were potent without him. Their strong depth led them to the best record in the majors. Andre Ethier and Juan Pierre each have hit effectively without Manny. But that doesn’t matter. The point is, Manny sell tickets.

Simply, it’s as if he has done no wrong.