Manny Ramirez is unusual — and that may be the key to his popularity.

Usually, a dude who says his right knee hurts and says he can’t play, then favors the left knee, thereby bringing his evil plot to light, is vilified.

Usually, a dude who quits on a team and forces a trade to another team is seen as Public Enemy No. 1.

Usually, a dude who is caught cheating and suspended for 50 games is welcomed back to the lineup by deafening boos.

Usually. Manny is not usual, though.

In L.A. these days, it’s “Hooray for Mannywood.”

I don’t know what kind of voodoo Ramirez has at his disposal that allows him to brainwash everyone who comes in contact with him, but I want me some.

Forget Harry Potter. Ramirez has some serious magic in his baseball bat wand.

After Manny hit a pinch-hit grand slam into the Mannywood section in Los Angeles last night, fans called him out for not one, not even two, but three curtain calls.

I guess that laid back, Southern California atmosphere is perfect for Man-Ram.

Still, it is hard for me to get over how Ramirez is escaping his steroid scandal without a scratch.

Somewhere, Mark McGwire, Barry Bonds and Rafael Palmeiro are kicking themselves for not growing dreads, not taking bathroom breaks in the Green Monster at Fenway Park and not coining phrases like “Mark being Mark,” or “Barry being Barry,” or “Raffy being Raffy.”

Maybe Ramirez is getting off easy from fans because he is so goofy. It’s hard to dislike a guy who is goofy.

Just ask Bob Saget.