You bolt out into the wilderness. You don't know what Cuban has planned, but it can't be good. You go trudgin' across the tundra mile after mile for what seems like forever. You're getting colder and colder and you think it's all about to end. You see what appears to be a group of Eskimos in blue parkas playing baseball on a field of snow. You must be hallucinating. You sit down in a snowbank when suddenly one of the bundled blue characters approaches you. "M-m-manny Ramirez? Is that you?" It's Trey Hillman, manager of the Kansas City Royals.
"What are you doing here?" you chatter.
"David Glass stopped paying rent on our field and told us that we could play for free here, so here we are, holding winter practice."
You stop. Something strange is happening.
"Trey, you're turning in to a penguin. Stop it."
"That actually is a penguin."
"Oh."
"You look awfully cold, Manny. I can get you a parka. Maybe some BP will warm you up."
You take Trey's parka and start taking batting practice. It's cold, but it feels good. You're warming up, launching blasts all over the plains of ice. You're just playing baseball. When Dayton Moore sends you a one-year contract for minimum wage, you sign it and go to Kansas City. The Royals still aren't very good, but they love you in Kansas City.
With no pressure, you hit 50 home runs and re-up for another year. You never win another World Series, but you hit 650 home runs. And you're happy.
THE END.
(Not sure how you got here? Want to begin again? Start Choose Your Own Adventure: Manny Being Choosey in Free Agency from the beginning.)




