Manny. Still Being Manny.

Forget all the stories coming out of Spring Training about Manny being more mature, what with all the reading of actual books and self retrospection. THIS is the Manny I've grown to love.

Standing around with his glove on his head, looking like he's trying out for the role of "Cousin It" in the 2008 remake of "The Adams Family".

Look, I'm all for Manny shedding his Muppet-like characteristics and joining the rest of us in reality. I just don't want him to lose that child like innocence when it comes to playing a kids game for a living.

As long as this new found maturity eliminates lolly gagging to first on ground balls and unnecessary pimpage of long hits that turn into singles, I'm fine with it.

Just give me trips inside the Green Monster during the game, petting Julian Tavarez in the dugout, and the random pointing at anything that moves and I'll be fine.

As Ang returned home from church tonight with the Three Stooges, she told Rakes to tell me what he had on.

Girls underwear.

Needless to say, this never appeared on my radar. Turns out, the little Tazmanian Devil neglected to mention to his teacher that he had to pee, resulting in him wetting his pants. Lucky me, the only child with a spare set was a little girl named Kylie.

I'd be remiss in mentioning the only way Ang found this out was when she put Rakes in his car seat to come home and he blurts out: "I've dot Kylies underwear on Mom. It's pink and it has flowers on it! Hee hee hee!"

I've already got tomorrow evening planned out. Wind sprints in the backyard, 20 minutes on the speed bag, and a mandatory showing of Tek punking out Arod immediately following.

Funny, this never showed up in any of those Parenting videos Ang made me watch.