Shimizu just passing the time... It’s been a strange offseason without Manobu Shimizu lacing up his cleats. I never thought I’d see the day he wouldn’t be out there, doing what he does best. It's been over two decades we've shared. He’s 41 now, but in my heart, he’s still the spark plug who made me fall in love with the Wolves all over again. It’s odd seeing the roster without his name. I hear he didn’t sign with
anyone this offseason—just disappeared from the game. But I
know the Wolves have those PPT points stashed, ready and willing to bring him back as a coach in the MiLB system. I can see it now: Manobu teaching the young pups, his wisdom and that trademark grin lighting up the dugout.
Until then, I hear he’s been keeping busy with some… unusual hobbies. Did you know he’s taken up competitive origami? Folding tiny paper wolves, no doubt. And rumor has it, he’s got a bonsai collection that could rival a botanical garden. I even heard he’s learning to play the
shamisen, strumming out tunes that echo his graceful swings at the plate.
Baseball isn’t the same without him. But I’m holding out hope. The Wolves need him.
I need him.
Yours faithfully
~Gertie
