After writing, "Don't hit one...Manny," I turned on the TV just in time to see Manny come to bat as a pinch hitter late in a 2-2 game with the bases loaded. He hit the first pitch into Mannywood for his 21st lifetime grand slam (only Lou Gehrig had more, 23). The fans went wild. I didn't.
My heart wasn't touched. It was good to see the Dodgers win another, but the thrill of seeing Manny win the game wasn't there for me. Some day the disappointment over his drug history will ebb and the thrill will return. But not yet.