Today, while trying to figure out which Red Sox player each of kids remind me of (Super Bowl Sunday: there is only so many variations of "Will Peyton Manning FINALLY win the big game" I can take for 7 hours), I thought I had Rakes pegged as being like Manny. Kind of goofy, with shared characteristics of laughing, loss of focus, and love of pudding. But tonight, after the opening kick off return for a touchdown, he pulled a Kevin Millar on me that made me change my mind.
Millar, for anyone who doesn't know, played 1B for the Sox from 2003-2005. He also led the team in man hugs, changing his hair style the most, and the most different ways a man can groom his facial hair. That's him in the picture, man-hugging a clearly "uncomfortable with this type of affection" Jason Varitek. Note the swim goggles on Millars forehead: this was the game in 2005 where the Sox clinched the wild -card, and Millar is clearly thinking ahead to the champagne and beer fight upcoming in the clubhouse.
Anyway, after the Bears scored and they were showing the Bear players on the sideline celebrating, RB Cedric Benson, dreadlocks in full glory, went by on the screen. Rakes turns to me, serious as can be, and says: "Dad, me just daw Manny at de dootball dame", causing Ciera and me to instantly bust out laughing. That's when it hit me: Rakes is Millar. Millar used to say and do some of the goofiest, funniest stuff that kept the rest of the idiots loose and laughing. Stuff about Pedro and Manny's hair, or crack jokes to Papi whenever he took infield at first. My favorite one was "You better use that glove for self defense purposes only". Sure he could exasperate you with his stumbling around at first, or his habit of hitting into a DP in a clutch situation. Yeah, the nonstop talking would wear you out after a while. But then he would have a game where he hit 3 bombs vs. the Yankees, or would lace a double off the Monster. Or draw the walk in Game 4, putting Dave Roberts in to make "The Steal". Finally, look at any picture taken of any combination of Millar, Manny, and Papi. I challenge you to find one where at least one of them, most of the time all of them, are not roaring with laughter.
Rakes is JUST like that: he can say something like he did tonight that will put you in tears from laughing. Or at our Halloween carnival last year when he stood up on the picnic table, with that megaphone of a voice, and yells out "Look at dat witch Dad. Dat a dary witch". Hilarious when you remember he can't say W yet, so he substitutes B instead. We'll be playing baseball with his little plastic bat and ball, and when he gets a hold of one, he freezes, pimps a little, the flips his bat over his shoulder. When I ask him why, he says "Dat de bay Big Papi do it Dad". Makes me smile every time. Yeah, he can exasperate the very will to live out of you after you have told him for the 1 millionth time to stop jumping on his brother. Or when he dumps ALL the toys out in the toy room just for kicks. Getting his sister to run away, squealing in horror at something he does: High comedy for Rakes.
But he'll turn right around and give his Mom a hug for no reason. Or his little brother. His sister will be playing with him, and he'll be so excited she is, he'll holler "dmon dis, let's go" so many times even she will start to laugh. We have several pictures where Rakes has that same mischievous look that Millar has in the one here it's scary.
I still haven't figured out the other 2 yet. Right now, Trot is , well Trot Nixon. Tough as nails, perpetually banged up, and always diving or falling. In the big Trot's case, his is always by choice. Baby Trot, not so much. Ciera is Schill: opinionated, confident, smart, and good hearted. I'm still trying to decide for sure though.
Rakes? Millar, without a doubt.
Cowboy up Son.