manny. mvp

EMMANUEL METROPOLIS

AND HIS MOM AND FRIEND

A Fictional Sagacious Saga Of A

Baseball Star, His Mother And His Girlfriend

Who Met With An Abrupt Fate And

Left Behind A Legacy That Still Lives Today

By Izzy Ess Of Curviness

Emmanuel Metropolis was captain for the baseball team that won the city championship last year in the Borough of Manhattan.  Emmanuel was all around the brightest player on the team.  He pitched and caught and played the infield and the outfield, wherever he was placed by his smart coach, Ty Koran Knob.  Easily he won the MVP award as voted by the coaches of all the teams.    The scouts of all the Major League teams were completely fascinated by this young Manny, who like Hermann Ruth, the Babe, Bambino, of the chocolate bars, could hit and run and play all fields and was a noted pitcher, also.  Emmanuel’s future baseball rookie Fleers Gum card was already being traded as a future on the floors of every Flea Market in New York, and elsewhere, especially Chicago and Atlanta.

The New York Yankees bought our handsome Manny’s contract and gave him a signing bonus of an hundred thousand dollars, which the young Knob could use for bubble gum and poppy seeds, corn chips and Kosher pickles, plus those bonus bags of pumpkin seeds.  Manny sent the rest to his great mom in Mexico, so she could emigrate to New York City, where he could easily support her.  His mom brought the beautiful and sexy Lopez girl that he had dated back in grammar school and the three of them, Senorita Annabella Lopez, Manny Metropolis and his mother, Senora Consuelo Martinez lived on the five whole million dollars annually that the New York Yankees paid him to sit mainly in the dugout while the coach decided when to put him in the game, as pitcher, fielder, or whatever.  The Manhattan condominium was large and high up in the 4o story, Johann van Kipling building with a view of Central Park and Broadway, the Guggenheim, inverted turtle art museum and the skyline of the Empire State and Chrysler Buildings and the bicyclists that drove all over Central Park and up and down the streets and avenues.

Our Manny was a lady’s man and though he lived with Annabella, he saw many women and bedded just about the lot of them in the hotels of New York City and the other cities that he visited with his own Yankees sometimes even with his mom and Annabella.  Sometimes, he even paid for two whole women to keep him company and drink his alcohol and eat his food and have their way with him.  He was a temperamental, sexy Mexican and had a reputation for endurance and creativity in bed.  Frequently he donned his matador pajamas and with a pseudo sword would wave a red cap at his women before he mounted them.  Sometimes the girls were fans and didn’t cost him lots of cash but most of the time the women were just gold-digging semi-prostitutes and debutantes and female stars of other fields like tennis, rock or Broadway players and dancers.

Reporters and photographers were always treated to our Manny’s brand of English and his funny sayings, not to mention, his colourful profanity in Spanish.  He was a favourite of interviewers who would always get a great response from any question he was posed.  And in his Yankee uniform he was good-looking and always seemed to have a beautiful woman or two in tow for the cameramen and audience he always drew.

In the American League playoffs to get into the World Series, Manny was outstanding as a relief pitcher and saved just every game that he was in.  The Yankees beat the White Sox, 4-3 and thus would play the big games against the Chicago Cubs, who surprisingly had never won a World Series Championship, since 1908.  The first game was to open in the Yankee Stadium and Manny was listed as the starting pitcher by his manager, Leo De Lyons.  Manny was forever confident that he would win and almost did were it not for Darryl Mutton’s error in the ninth, which cost them two whole runs.  The Cub’s star pitcher played a brilliant game allowing only four whole hits, the entire game, which he pitched almost all of except for two hitters in the ninth.  Manny was dejected.  He was sure that Darryl’s error was on purpose but wasn’t sure just why until he learned that Darryl’s girlfriend had declared that she loved Manny, after all.  Manny spoke with Darryl heatedly and punched him in the nose which drew a hefty fine and a suspension for the next two playoff games.

Emmanuel and his two women spent the evening in their penthouse condominium just crying in their beers.  Annabella tried to soothe him but was unsuccessful.  His mother, Consuelo, tried every trick she knew, even trying to seduce him, quite unsuccessfully.  Manny was on a drunk and soon fell fast asleep.  Consuelo and her Annabella stripped him of his clothes and put him into their big bed, which ordinarily was what they all slept in.  In his drunken stupor he had a large erection which was still so strong, it allowed both Annabella and Consuelo to mount him in their turns, just several times that night with great surreptitious success for both of them and even for Emmanuel who finally exploded after both the women licked his masthead for an hour.  His sleep was then a little peaceful and the three of them spent the whole night tightly entwined and even enjoined because, Manny had another hard erection which was pleasing to the women.

In the morning, Manny was surprisingly refreshed and wanted to spend some time with both his women in New York City during his suspension.  He was not required to come to Yankee Stadium and watched the game on their huge TV screen, as the Yankees won the next two games and led the series 2-1 for the fourth game in the famous Wrigley Field in the North Side of Chicago.  Ex-president Ronald Reagan had been slated to announce the game and throw out the first ball.  The funny Harry Carey was there, of course, and always tantalized the Bleacher Bums who were as drunk as he was, every game day and would strip almost completely, males and females during all the games!  Movies and videos had been down about them, for TV and videos, that sold widely.  The colour was being done by Reagan and Tim Conway who was always very funny.  Harry Carey’s son, Kerry Carey, was never drunk and did the radio play-by-play, with great success, in English and in Spanish.

Emmanuel was dressed to play but had not yet received a word about where he would be playing.  He expected nothing better since he had beat up on Darryl, and Darryl was to play third base, again.  Manny was directed to start warming up in the bull-pen with his favourite old catcher Digger Duggan, originally of Milwaukee.  He and Digger often socialized after games and usually picked up women for themselves.  In Wrigley Field, the dugout was quite open down the third base line in front of the wall that would mean a foul ball.  Emmanuel was injudicious in his running commentary aimed at Darryl who played his own position not more than twenty yards away from Manny warming up.

No one expected what did happen next.  At the end of the fourth inning, with the score tied 2-2, Darryl made the last out of the inning by catching a line drive that was hit just to his right, right on the third base line.  He wheeled and squared up to his antagonist, Emmanuel, and flung a fastball directly at him.  Manny was still laughing when the ball hit him right on his forehead and he fell immediately, lifeless, on the outfield grass.  Two Yankees and the trainer rushed toward him and found he had no pulse or signs of life.  The trainer started CPR.  An ambulance just waiting behind left field was driven in with four EMTs, two men and two women.  An endotracheal tube was put in place and Manny was bagged vigourously, as all could see his chest heaving with each squeeze of the bag.  The stadium was capacity and they were all standing, holding their respective breaths.

An electrocardiographic tracing showed ventricular fibrillation, and he was shocked right on the field to try and stop the rhythm and restart the functioning of his heart.  There was no reversal of the cardiac arrest.  A central intravenous line had been set up and several tubules of some potent stuff were thus infused.  Heparin, a blood thinner, and Verapamil, a potent quieter of agitated hearts, were some of them.  The ambulance and all the EMTs drove Manny, still on artificial respiration, to the Northwestern University Hospital and ER, in downtown Chicago, not too far away.  Two cardiologists and many others were in the ER and they continued all the efforts to resuscitate poor Manny, but to no avail.

Annabella and Consuelo were at the game and were rushed to be at Manny’s side.  They were consulted as a Neurologist who showed the ladies that his electroencephalographic tracing was just a flat line.  A skull X-ray and CAT scan of the brain should both intra-cerebral and extra-cerebral blood accumulations in some vital centres of the brain.  It was thought that one big clot had forced the brain stem to herniate through the Foramen Magna, and had squeezed the vital centres of Emmanuel’s central brain, control centre.  After five whole hours, since the fatal blow by Darryl, the CPR was stopped and Emmanuel was declared deceased.

Annabella and Consuelo wept openly.  The Neurologist offered them two tranquilizers which they took as Manny’s body was covered with a sheet and taken to the morgue for autopsy.  They had to sign some papers for consent to do the post-mortem examination, which was mandatory in such cases of death due to deliberate injury inflicted by another person.  Manny’s body was tagged and he was put in a refrigerated drawer for the coroner who would perform the autopsy.  They learned that Darryl had been handcuffed and arrested at the Field of Wrigley.  The preliminary charge was wilful manslaughter.  All TV tapes were confiscated for the evidence that would be used throughout his trial.  There were literally millions who had witnessed what had happened.  The story was sensational and soon became an internationally watched event, certainly more than when Winfield had killed a gull one day and was arrested for illegal killing of a protected species.

The TV tapes were shown hundreds of times on Sports and News broadcasts.  Hundreds of hand held phones had picked it up and many videos went viral on the internet.  Consuelo and Annabella recorded all the TV coverage and used it for the funeral.  The World Series had been cancelled by the commissioner who made the announcement that evening.  The record books would show the three and a half game statistics with an asterisk and footnote about the death of Emmanuel and the trial of Darryl.  The Cub’s fans, including Ronald Reagan shrugged their shoulders and used the old refrain, “There’s always next year, Cubby fans.  There’s hope around the corner!”  “We were close!” was heard at bars and bistros, board rooms and in living rooms.  Record prices were received for any box-scores that were made during this fateful fourth game of the Series at Wrigley Field.  The baseball thrown by Darryl and signed by him went for a million bucks on eBay, the next week.  It was donated to the Baseball Hall of Fame, and still is there today with pictures and videos of the tragedy at Chicago’s Wrigley Field.

 A hero’s Catholic funeral was led by Mayor Dickie Daley, a cardinal from the Vatican in Rome, and Billy Graham’s son, which drew fans who lined the streets for the funeral procession to the graveyard where Emmanuel was laid to rest.  Folks came from far and wide, including half a million Mexicans.  Annabella and Consuelo were dressed in black with black shawls on their heads.  The colourfully outfitted Aztec Nation was a prominent presence at all processions.  The bull-fighting matadors and picadors were on their horses with red capes and swords and those hats that clung to their own heads.  The ladies sobbed and many others gave their stories of sex and stuff with Manny which were generously paid for by magazines and newspapers.  Sports Illustrated dedicated one whole issue to the death of our Emmanuel.

At the World Series, one year later, Annabella threw out the first pitch for the Cardinals and Chicago White Sox who were locked in battle for the trophy that would be given to the Cardinals that year as the best baseball team on God’s Good Earth.  Consuelo’s box seats were sponsored by Budweiser Beer and the twelve tall Clydesdales.  A moving memorial speech was made by Digger Duggan, Manny’s buddy for some years.  The newscasters barely mentioned Darryl who had been charged with first degree murder and it stuck.  He was sentenced to Life Imprisonment at Joliet’s well-guarded prison.  He was a model prisoner and was paroled in twenty years for excellent inspiring behavior, including his public redemption as a born-again minister.  His team had won all games against the guards for all those years.

Annabella and her surrogate mother, our Consuelo, stayed together, much enriched by the inheritance and legacy of their own Manny.  Besides, they owned over one hundred of their Manny’s rookie cards which easily fetched a million dollars, anywhere.  His womanizing history only served to add to the value of the cards and other memorabilia, like the very expensive Yankee uniforms he wore.  His hardly used baseball hats were worth at least a hundred thousand, each, and the ladies owned a dozen or more.  Annabella and Consuela were honoured at many baseball gatherings for charity and good publicity.  Their fees were not exactly known but $50,000 for each of them was often mentioned.  Their value was enhanced by their charm and stunning appearance in black sheath dresses which showed their bodies to a great advantage.  They were never seen as available dates for prominent men but many wealthy men paid thousands for their company, with or without, some surreptitious sexual activity.  Their obvious discreteness was so highly valued by the married men who bedded them and it paid high dividends.

A million dollar Playboy Magazine centerfold magazine was a best seller for the many years it was available.  Ms. and Mrs. October, were sensational as they posed nude, in all positions, for the photographs which really didn’t need much brushing up.  They did giggle with the application of the make-up for their breasts and private parts.  The annual bathing suit Sports Illustrated featured this great pair of women and sold a lot of magazines for them.  These dark and mysterious Mexican women won the hearts of many sport’s fans all around the world.  Each had lovely lips and lower lips that photographers were very glad to see and photograph, with or without those string bikinis which were so revealing, anyway.  Both were very sexy, always, but it was Consuelo who drew attention, most of all.

Annabella and Consuelo slept together for their lifetimes.  They adopted the Borough of Manhattan for their permanent home and still maintained the wealthy condominium overlooking Central Park.  Both of them supported their huge families back in Mexico.  They were rich enough to lease a glassed-in executive box seat at Yankee Stadium.  TV coverage almost always spotted them and kept them in their focussed sights throughout the games.  They certainly liked to flaunt their most obvious charms and attributes for fans at home and on the TV audience around the world.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

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