Chutes, ladders and douchebags. In 1999 Inky and I worked for the Bowie Baysox of the AA Eastern League, and a friend of our worked for another team in the League: The Harrisburg Senators. Milton Bradley was on that team, and ultimately destined to be called up to the bigs, because he can hit the ball, not because he's a nice guy.
He is the embodiment of the term Hot Head. He argues with just about everyone and that year in the Eastern League was no difference. Coming off a winter season where he was suspended for the remainder of the season for an altercation with an Ump, MB came to the EL and was and ASS. He got in trouble that year, and then had some bumps in the bigs. He keeps getting traded and you have to believe that is because he's bad news. Last night he injured himself while arguing with the Ump. Let me say that again, and clarify. Last night he was so incensed by the call of Umpire Mike Winters that he had to be restrained by members of the coaching staff, which lead to the manager of the contending Padres throwing him to the ground and injuring his knee. Wow!
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