Say hello… and goodbye… to ex-Washington Nationals manager Jim Riggleman, who just went from a guy I had barely ever heard of to my personal hero faster than anyone I can think of (non-porn actresses category).  It seems Riggleman has been telling Nationals GM Mike Rizzo he wanted his contract option picked up for next year.  He’d won 11-out-of-12 and figured he’d earned it.  But Rizzo wouldn’t commit.  So Riggleman told the young whippersnapper that if he didn’t have an extension by the time the team bus left for the airport, he wouldn’t be on it.  Well, yesterday the Nats beat Seattle 1-0 on a walkoff SF, completing a 3-game sweep, but Riggleman still didn’t have a deal so he did what few men do any more: He kept his word.  He not only told that punkass Rizzo to piss up a rope and told reporters “I’m 58. I’m too old to be disrespected,” he went out afterwards and got drunk with a bunch of big breasted bar sluts half his age.

That, friends, is how a man operates.  And I’m sorry to say he’s the among the last of a dying breed: The Real American Man.  Guys like Jim Riggleman used to roam free across the length & breadth of the United States.  In herds so huge they blackened the prairies.  Guys who’d tell their bosses off, throw back 10 scotches, 3 steaks, and 2 packs of Luckys, bang a few barmaids and be back on their feet the next day like it was nothing.  Take a good look, fellas.  Because the Jim Riggleman is an Endangered Species.  But while he’s still here, let’s pay tribute to a true hero.  I salute you, Mr. Rigglman.  You can drink from my canteen anytime. @JerryThornton1