That's Just No-Look Being No-Look

As the authors of a blog that has no real focus or theme, we're always trying to think of trivial bullshit -- what's our favorite this, or what's our least favorite that. Recently we gave some thought as to which dude in the public eye, has the best life. Politicians have way too much pressure, with actors it's more about the characters they play, and musicians/artists have too many inner demons and are often pretty inept socially, so we narrowed it down to athletes pretty quickly. Unlike other public figures, who not always, but many times, have fame and fortune because they were in the right-place-at-the-right-time, or because they knew the right people and had the right agent, an athlete's fame and fortune is earned through god-given talent, and skill acquired through hard work. Most often athletes have earned their success more than any others.

Tiger Woods would be an easy choice -- undoubtedly the best at what he does, the utmost respect (bordering on fear) from his peers, filthy rich, and that Swedish supermodel wife thing is pretty solid too. Tom Brady would be a pretty good choice -- superstar quarterback, three Super Bowls, allegedly handsome (we think he looks a bit retarded), and most importantly Gisele Bundchen to go home to. But neither of these guys beats our choice, Manny Ramirez.

For our international readers who probably don't follow America's pastime too carefully, Manny Ramirez is the starting left fielder for the Boston Red Sox. He isn't the best baseball player, by a long shot, but he is one of the top three or four sluggers and over the last five years he has been the best player on the best team. He's also one of the highest paid players too, but none of this is why we'd choose to be Ramirez. See the coolest thing about Manny is that he is not responsible for his actions. He is one part savant and one part airhead, and when you throw in his huge smile and affable personality, he just naturally deflects all animosity and criticism. He's immune to it. Every time he screws-up or just doesn't feel like giving forth, not just the expected, but the required effort, he just smiles and laughs, and then so do his teammates, his coaches, and the media. They respond with the now cliche, "Oh, that's just Manny being Manny..."

It's incredible -- if Manny doesn't want to run-out a grounder to short, if Manny doesn't feel like chasing a ball into the gap, if Manny says he wants to play for the arch-rival Yankees -- none of it matters. It's just Manny being Manny. Nobody else gets a free pass on everything. We would not be surprised at all if Manny has been caught slamming Varitek, Schilling and Francona's wives. When caught, everyone would just share a good laugh and say, "Oh that's just Manny being Manny."

Show-up two hours late to work...That's just No-Look being No-Look. Fall asleep at our desk...That's just No-Look being No-Look. Punch our boss at a company party...That's just No-Look being No-Look. Kick a house cat at a party...That's just No-Look being No-Look. Get into a street fight in Argentina...That's just No-Look being No-Look. Nail some Mexican swamp donkey...That's just No-Look being No-Look.

It would be great.