Manny, Poet: The Dark Side

Manny’s poetry has lately taken a darker, more existential twist. A brief selection from the “Enough is Enough” collection:

Tired and Silent

I don’t want to talk to them
about contracts right now. So what?
I know they got me,
but enough
is enough.
I’m tired of them,
they’re tired of me.

Contents of a Letter…Or Whatever.

After 2008, just send me a letter
Or whatever.
You don’t even got to call my agent
Or whatever.
‘Hey, thank you for everything.
‘You’re going to
Become a free agent.
We’re not going to
Pick up your option in ‘09.’
I’m happy,
But enough is enough.
You know?
That’s it.

Trade Deadline Assessment

They’re not going to
Pull the trigger, because they
Know what they’ve got here.

2009

Don’t worry about
It. Enough is enough. In
Oh-Nine, I move on.

How Much is Enough? [They Know]

They know.
You got to ask Theo and John Henry.
They know.
I gotta go hit guys.

My Job is to Play Baseball

I don’t care where I
Play, I can even play in
Iraq if need be.

For Manny’s previous works, see here, here, and here.


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The Collected Works of Manny Ramirez: 500th Homer Commemorative Edition

Manny Ramirez belted his 500th career home run tonight in Baltimore. (Why didn’t he do it on the West Coast road trip? “It’s too late, nobody would see it.” So true.) To celebrate the occasion, UmpBump presents its third edition of Manny Being Poetic, in which we take Manny’s quotes and rearrange them into the little philosophic bits of poetry we know they really are. Previous editions are here and here. Congratulations, Manny!

499 (That One)

Nobody cares
About that one.
That one’s
Over.
Everybody will forget
About that one.

Runner Thrown Out at Third

That guy probably
Didn’t see the video.
I’ve got a cannon.

Ode to Practice

I.

I invented
That throw that I do.
I don’t know how it started,
It just happened.
Like three years ago.

II.

I have to practice it,
Though.
I started to learn
How to throw it…but
I need to practice it
More.

III.

I haven’t practiced it
At all this year.
But I’ve got it.

High Five

I think that’s how you get your All-Star vote.
I’m pretty sure that guy’s going to vote for me.
One at a time–
That’s how it’s going to happen.

To Err is Human

I thought the ball was
Not going to travel that
far, so I missed it.

Tossed (The Angry Hamstring)

I was
A little mad.
My hamstring was
A little sore.
And in those situations,
You have to react.


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More Manny Haiku

Manny Ramirez is continuing to issue prophetic statements in the guise of media interviews. Adding to our collection, we now present the latest quotations, taken directly from the lips of His Mannyness and arranged by yours truly into a series of short poems and haiku:

Feeling the forcePimp Jobs

I am trying to
get a hit against you. You
show me up, that’s good.

The Rivalry (Come On)

That’s the game.
People like to compete.
Just because you play
For the Red Sox
And they play
For the Yankees,
You’re going to go and kill each other?
Come on.

I Haven’t Thought About 500

I just love the game.
I just like to compete.That’s
it. To be honest.

Plate Discipline

Wait.
Wait.
Wait.

All I Want (or Whatever)

After all this is over
All I want
Is for my kids to go to college
And to be their best friend.
That’s all I want.
I don’t care about home runs
Or whatever.

It Can Only Hurt the Ballclub

I don’t think much.
I love my job.
I love to compete.

Causation

He gave me a good pitch to drive.
So I drove it.

Mantra: Hitting Well in Yankee Stadium

I don’t care.
I don’t play here.
I can’t tell you why.
I wish I knew.

First Stolen Base Since 2005 (Why?)

Contract year…I thought
I was out. I was going,
‘Yeah, I got a break.’

If you want to see
The car, sometimes you have got
To let the car go.

It made me feel like
I was back in high school…Yes,
I went on my own.


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Roger Clemens…poet?

For your Sunday morning pleasure, via Slate.com, the poetry of Roger Clemens, excerpted from his deposition and his Congressional testimony:

“Offensive Haiku”

I am offended.
I will be honest with you.
I am offended.

Feb. 5, 2008, deposition

“Ghost Andy”

He looked at me,
Wringing his hands,
White as a ghost

And asked me
What are you going
To tell them?

And I told him
I’m going out there
To tell the truth.

Feb. 13, 2008, hearing

“Glute”

I have strained my glute
On a couple occasions.
I wish I could tell you
How many occasions.

Feb. 5, 2008, deposition


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