What a guy!

Well, that was a record-setting self-implosion in a new locale, even by the Saturday morning cartoon standards of Manny Ramirez.

Ka-pow! … and goodbye.

“Put in a good word for me,” Manny told me this spring, one last burst of charm in the beginning pages of what turned out to be a stunningly short final chapter of the man, the myth, the steroid abuser.

It’s clear. Manny Ramirez is a schmuck. He’s not invited to share a cup of coffee with me, because I don’t like steroids or anything of that sort within my coffee. As a Yankees fan (boo and hiss if you must), it gives me a little bit of pleasure to see this waste of flesh leave on a note like this. However, I’m sure that he’ll be back to baseball for one more year, and that he’s going to pull a ‘Brett Favre’ on us. Maybe he’ll get one more year, if that. Personally, I think he should open up a coffee shop called ‘Starschmucks’. Charlie Sheen could be the assistant manager, and they could serve up a specialty drink; Tainted Career with an extra shot of schmuck.