*Picture from the Boston Globe*
Last Friday, I commented on Carol's blog that what I wanted for Father's Day were no "bathroom incident's" with my boy's, a new book, and a Red Sox sweep of the Giants over the weekend.
Miracle of miracle's, all three came true. Rakes and Trot were, for them, relatively well behaved this weekend, with no major battles/injuries.
Thanks to Carol, her husband John, little D, and their very kind gift, I'll be getting that book real soon.
And today, with a 9-5 win, the Sox pulled out the brooms and swept the Giants out of Fenway Park. Wake pitched a good but shaky outing, and backed by Manny's second HR in as many day's, the Sox start a 9 game West Coast swing on a high note.
In the picture, Manny is giving some lucky Fenway fan a hug after hitting his shot over the Monster: for all the complaint's about Manny's effort, or lack thereof, I honestly think the man does not have one malicious bone in his body. Goofy to the nth degree? No doubt. But mean spirited? No flipping way.
In fact, I firmly believe that if we sent Manny to Iraq, sat him down with the correct people, that within 3 days the Sunni's and the Shiite's would be seen hugging each other and pointing their fingers at anyone who moved in the universal language of Manny.
All I know is a world without Manny would be a sad place to be.
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