This came out a couple days ago, but I haven't seen it mentioned here anywhere-- it's kind of an "oral history" of Manny Ramirez's colorful stories in his days with Cleveland:
https://theathletic.com/2694013/2021/07/21/evolution-of-manny-being-manny-borrowed-underwear-uncashed-paychecks-carefree-confidence-for-a-hitting-savant/
Some of these tales are fairly well known around here, but fun to relive. Other I hadn't heard before. Good read if you are a Manny fan.
https://theathletic.com/2694013/2021/07/21/evolution-of-manny-being-manny-borrowed-underwear-uncashed-paychecks-carefree-confidence-for-a-hitting-savant/
He developed into a run-producing fixture in a perennially prolific Indians lineup, and an enigmatic character who stored uncashed paychecks in his locker, gave away his trophies to the team psychologist and treated Cleveland’s clubhouse like family-style dining, as he borrowed teammates’ bats and sported their underwear.
Some of these tales are fairly well known around here, but fun to relive. Other I hadn't heard before. Good read if you are a Manny fan.
Manny the Underpants Gnome:Manny ignored the customary, oft-unspoken protocols. To him, bats weren’t some sacred treasure. In one particular game, he wielded four different bats via four different teammates and recorded four base hits. In another, he socked a home run with a broken bat. Initially, reporters marveled at the might required to muscle a baseball beyond a fence after the heater splintered his bat. Manny clarified, however, that the bat was cracked before he even left the dugout.
Ogea is pronounced OJ:No layer was off-limits. If Manny suffered through a skid at the plate, he’d snatch an article of clothing — a T-shirt, socks, even underwear — from a teammate who was thriving.
“Guys would be looking for their underwear and Manny would be wearing it,” says pitching coach Mark Wiley.
With Manny and loony Julian Tavarez on the same team, wacky ideas were probably everywhere:On June 17, 1994, in the thick of a 10-game winning streak, the Indians huddled around a TV in the clubhouse, captivated by the O.J. Simpson white Bronco chase. One player said, “Can you believe what O.J. is doing?” Manny walked into the room, having just showered, and nonchalantly replied: “What’s Chad up to now?” The rest of the team, convinced the rookie right fielder thought teammate Chad Ogea was fleeing police in a nationally televised pursuit, erupted with laughter.
The advent of direct deposit was surely a game-changing breakthrough for Manny:Early in his career, Manny sat one afternoon with Julian Tavarez in the visitor’s clubhouse at Kauffman Stadium in Kansas City. Manny rarely engaged in noteworthy conversations with reporters, and he never initiated the dialogue. On this day, though, he summoned Ocker to their table and asked the early-50s newspaperman for a loan.
“How much?” Ocker asked.
“Sixty thousand dollars,” Manny said.
Ocker flipped his pants pockets inside out to reveal only a few clumps of lint.
“How about $30,000?” Manny relented.
Ocker inquired about the plans for this potential windfall. Manny said he and Tavarez each wanted to purchase a new Harley Davidson motorcycle.
Manny was a widely acknowledged hitting genius. On the bases, not so much.Neglected paychecks routinely fluttered out of Manny’s locker in the Indians’ clubhouse at Jacobs Field. He once left one in a pair of cowboy boots in the visitor’s clubhouse in Texas. The team’s controller required the PR director to talk to Manny about depositing the paychecks.
The PR director asked Manny: “How are you doing for money?”
“I’m doing great,” Manny said. “You need some?”
The PR director politely declined and instead suggested Manny hadn’t been cashing his paychecks. Manny rummaged through his cleats and batting gloves and teammates’ belongings at the bottom of his locker and unearthed three unopened, crumpled envelopes, each containing a check worth two weeks’ salary...
Of course, Manny had plenty of cash. He once left $25,000 in his locker over the offseason. A clubhouse attendant discovered the money while cleaning out Manny’s space. The Indians deposited it for him.
Say what you want about him, Manny still loves hitting.Manny didn’t demonstrate as much dedication to the other facets of his game. He would occasionally forget the number of outs when roaming right field, so the team psychologist crafted a laminated sheet that reminded him to track the score, the number of outs and to which base he should throw the ball. Once, when he was running on the pitch, a middle infielder for the opposition told him the batter had hit a foul ball, so Manny returned to first base, where he was tagged out. There was no foul ball.
He has surfaced at any ballpark on any continent that will welcome him. When failed PED tests foiled his bid to play in the majors into his 40s, Manny bounced around the minors with several clubs, played in the Dominican Winter League and a Japanese independent league and even appeared in 49 games for the EDA Rhinos of the Chinese Professional Baseball League. Last winter, he struck an agreement to play in Australia, though that partnership fizzled before he ever stepped into the batter’s box. Even as he approaches 50, he’s in search of a bat and a cage or a field.