We were this close, people. After Mets interim manager Jerry Manuel had finished wiping off his knife from stabbing Willie Randolph in the back, we were going to have an NL East Rivalry with family connections.
Uncle Chuck, as Charlie Manuel is affectionately known, is all down home catfishing knowledge, even with his occasional lapse in, well, actually managing a baseball team. Could we, the fans hope for a second Manuel in the NL East?
I envisioned post-game press conferences filled with references to cornbread and barbecued meats. Not a single question would be substantively answered. Botched hit-and-run? Tobacco cutting reference. Bad substitution? Discussion of Sherman's March to the Sea. Starting pitcher lit up? Comment on stewing alligators.
We were this close.
Turns out, they're, uh, not related.
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