This afternoon, upon being found by his Mom lying on our bed with an entire bag of candy laying all around him in various states of unwrappedness, Rakes the Destroyer uttered the following:
"The Leprechaun did it, Mom".
I have no idea where in his fertile little mind he comes up with this stuff; the only thing I can possibly think of is they talked about Leprechauns at school this week, being it included St. Patrick's Day. Problem is, according to Ang, he said it so convincingly and with such a poker face, if she hadn't know better she'd have believed him.
After a plane ride of more hours than I care to even contemplate (I'm wondering how I'm going to survive a 1 1/2 hour plane trip in May) the Red Sox arrived in Japan today. While you wonder how the rest of the players kept from either killing Papelbon or stuffing him in the overhead compartment, consider this. Along with the motor mouthed closer and Pedroia SURELY challenging any and all comers to an arm wrestling contest, they flew that far with the 5 month old son of Manny Delcarmen.
The fact that none of them had to be wrestled to the ground by the flight crew boggles the mind.
We found out that Pap bought a state of the art poker table to pass the time, only to have it broken just a few hours in an a still unknown incident. My guess? Timlin wanted to have a Dwarf tossing contest and threw Pedie JUST a bit too hard. That's only a guess, mind you.
Becks commented at Surviving Grady today that Manny and Papi in Japan had international incident written all over it, and someone else said the same about the Papelbot. I'm just hoping there are no Led Zepplin-ish moments where tv's come flying out of 6th floor windows and Papelbon doesn't drill some Japanese player in an exhibition game just for having the nerve to wear a cup when he comes up to bat.
This could be a VERY interesting trip.
Finally, I'm firmly convinced only Manny could pull off this particular look.
Welcome to Japan, Mr. Ramirez.