HOPEFULLY, MANNY BEING MANNY is a phenomenon we get to enjoy close-up for many, many seasons to come. The Sport’s Guy’s email exchange with Curt Schilling reminds me why idiot savant baseball can be way more fun than regular baseball:

SIMMONS: My favorite “Manny being Manny” moment happened in the final game of the regular season — he had just crushed a home run, the cameras caught you guys sitting next to one another in the dugout, he was talking excitedly about what pitch he had hit, and somewhere along the way, you just started staring at him in disbelief, as though he had just said something like, “I knew it was going to be a slider because I started craving a pork sandwich, and that always means a slider’s coming!” And you just kept staring at him, and then he walked away to another part of the dugout, and you started shaking your head in shock like, “Wow, I will never, ever, ever figure that guy out.” How many of those Manny encounters happen per season?

SCHILLING: Three to four per day.