Charlie loves dogs more than everything in the world, except Eric Bruntlett of course, and sometimes he gets carried away. I was reading over on MLB.com today and noticed that he sometimes gets confused and mixes up his dogs with his starting rotation. The article then went on to recount times where he lost the game because he gave Roy Halladay too many greenies or that time where he threw Kyle Kendrick a bone in the middle of the third inning with the bases loaded instead of walking to the mound and making a pitching change.
Here is a link to the article:
In today’s postgame interview with Charlie, several points were brought up such as the reasons for his ejection and the sate of the Phillies’s current winning streak, but the hot stove topic of the day was about how much Charlie misses Eric Bruntlett. He went on to state:
“He was an absolute vital contributor to this team…The main reason we are in the slump we are currently in is because we don’t have him backing up that new shit-stick Galvis like he did exceptionally for Utley. His swan hands…oh his swan hands were a thing of beauty…”
After he continued to stress the importance Bruntlett’s celebration after hitting a double in the world series, he had this to say regarding the chemistry he created in the clubhouse:
“…day in and day out, he brought everything to the table. Weather it was the turkey sliders or the mashed potatoes, we always knew we were going to win the game when he walked in with his bright blue hat and dead fish…”
The atmosphere in the room became exceptionally positive and people swear they saw a few tears running down Ruben Amaro’s cheek after he supposidly realized the catastrophe he caused upon this team by letting him go to play in the lingerie football league in Dallas.
The final question was asked, “If you could do one thing to bring back the should-have-been-all-star that was Eric Bruntlett, what would it be?” where he emotionally responded with:
“I would give up my weekly impromptu Nickelback dance-offs with Papelbon. I contemplate pointing a nail gun down my throat and duck taping the trigger down every time I check my lineup card and realize he’s not there.”
Unfortunately the transcript cuts off there, but I’m sure this moving topic will surface in the near future.
Charlie Manuel is an interesting character. Not only was he the first president of the United States of America, but he also invented the sandwich. Charlie is known to do numerous activities throughout the day such as breathe, eat, walk down the stairs, and save a bus full of dogs who just peed on the steps of Shiti Field, and we’re going to try and document his life. Now I know what you’re thinking…there is no way on earth that those dogs needed to be saved because, honestly…who gives a fuck about Shiti Field. I can personally vouch for the fact that more people enjoy the thrill of watching Mike Liberthal leave the bases loaded while sitting at home sipping a 2 gallon tub of expired mayonaise than get paid to go to a Mets game anyway.
But that’s besides the point.
If you’re a Charlie Manuel fan, and you want to hear all of the facts (well…the true ones at least), then tune into this blog throughout the week to get the inside scoop on the exuberant man that is…Charles Fuqua Manuel Jr. (See! I told you everything on this site is true…)