And Big Papi as Babe the Blue Ox...

Watching Manny Ramirez play baseball is like witnessing a drunken Paul Bunyan who's been asked to clear-cut a forest. The purists might cringe and nitpick and wring their hands, and some adorable owls and chipmunks might come to an early demise, but everybody's hearth is going to be stacked high with cords and kindling come winter... Don't invest in Manny's clinic, but treasure every single moment you get to see him on the diamond. This is pure Rube Waddell meets Hack Wilson, minus the reservoir of rye.