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Th-th-th-th-tha’s right, folks! L-l-l-ladies and gentlemen, lend me your ears—'cause hooo boy, d-d-do we have a d-d-doozy from the diamond!
Th-th-the big cheese of the Chicago Blackhawks, field manager Bob V-V-V-Valdivia, has b-b-been doin’ somethin’ that’s r-r-r-rarer than a steak at a ballpark hot dog stand—he’s winnin’, folks! Y-y-yup, and not just a lil’ winnin’—lotta winnin’!
With a h-h-h-hustle and a growl, V-V-Valdivia brought that ol’ school, no-f-f-f-fluff, no-f-f-f-fun-n-games kinda attitude to the clubhouse. He’s got the work ethic of a, uh, a-a-a—bulldozer in cleats! And lemme tell ya, his b-b-baseball brains ain’t nothin’ to sneeze at either. Achoo!
U-und-d-d-der his lead, the Blackhawks soared to the t-t-top of the W-W-Western Conference with a shiny-shiny 126-36 record. Th-th-that’s not just good, that’s fan-flippin’-tastic!
And g-g-g-guess what? The b-b-b-baseball writers gave him the ol’ nod, too! Voted him the 2001 Western Conference Manager of the Year! Th-th-that’s a mouthful, but hey—he earned every s-s-s-syllable.
One of his players said, “Mr. Valdivia doesn’t take any n-n-nonsense. If y-y-you ain’t doin’ your job, he’ll letcha know—real quick.” B-b-but don’t let the bark fool ya! The fella’s fair. F-F-F-Fairer than a carnival on a cloudless day! No favorites, no f-f-fancy treatment—just good, hard b-b-ball.
A-a-and the boys in the clubhouse? They’d run through a brick wall—or at least a locker—for ‘im.
Th-th-th-that’s all for now, folks! Stay t-t-tuned and stay s-s-sporty!
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