Because Mom had us all over for dinner tonight, it was the bottom of the 3rd inning when Rakes and I settled into the easy chair to watch the game tonight. In addition to him repeating my yell of "Way to Go JED!" after Lowrie's bases clearing triple, I decided to finally break the news about Manny being gone as gently as possible.
The following is a play by play account of our conversation as Coco stepped into the batters box.
Me: "Do you know who that is, buddy?"
Rakes: "Him look like Manny, Dad".
Me: "Nope. It's not Manny, bud."
Rakes: 'Dat is Toto Trispy, Dad. Bere is Manny?"
Me: "Manny doesn't play for Boston anymore, buddy. We traded him to the Dodgers."
Rakes: "Oh. When is Papi doing to bat?"
Guess I was all worried about nothing; his favorite player is gone and Rakes could care less. Maybe he gets the whole "It's all about the name on the front and not the back of the jersey" concept.
Or he just doesn't understand and I'll get a barrage of questions over the next few days that will have me pulling out the Yellow Pages for the first available therapist or wondering why in the world I even mentioned it after he's asked me for the 5,986th time about why we let Manny go.
It's a little easier to deal with this stuff after a 12-2 blowout win vs. the A's tonight and Jon Lester dealing like an ace.
Bay getting his first HR as a Red Sox player and Youk depositing 2 balls over the Monster make it even better.
I think we'll all be just fine.
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