In high school, I remember a couple of those guys, one was a guy by the name of Gary DeBerry, who at last check was working in the Wal-Mart in Whitehaven on Highway 51 and Holmes Road, who had God-given talent but screwed it up by being a douchebag.
Maybe Milton Bradley was one of those guys in high school that had an inferiority complex because he shared his name with a famous board game company and as he got older, he took that angst out at every stop in his major league career.
Before the 2004 season started, Bradley got into an altercation with Cleveland manager Eric Wedge, only to see that tantrum send him packing to Los Angeles, where he helped the Dodgers win the 2004 NL West title, only to see again his temper get the best of him by getting into with a fan and throwing a fit after being ejected from a game and traded from the Dodgers to Oakland, where he would be a part of another postseason team that would get swept by the Tigers in the ALCS.
So if you’re keeping score at home, Bradley by this point has been in Montreal, Cleveland, Los Angeles, and Oakland all in a span of six years.
Then Bradley finds a home in San Diego, which for a time, was on its way to winning the NL Wild Card, until he becomes the victim of an altercation between himself and an umpire that became the first in a series of events that led the Padres to collapse down the stretch and the Colorado Rockies their second playoff appearance and first pennant in team history.
So after this collapse, Bradley gets shipped to Texas, becomes an All-Star and just when things seem to be on the right track for the guy, he complains about how Kansas City broadcaster Ryan Lefebrve made judgments about him on the air.
The lasting image of that episode with Bradley was him being in tears, which in a way was understandable, but when you say that you’re strong, but not that strong, then that shows where his heart was.
I mean, no one wants to be attacked by a person that doesn’t know them.
No one does.
But after one year in Texas, he heads to Chicago to play rightfield for the Cubs, and using the same piss-poor excuse that Latroy Hawkins used in 2004, he accuses the Cub fans of being racist.
Stop right there.
I’m not going to say that all Cub fans are lovable and serene in this column because I know personally there are some who are complete idiots especially after they have 14 beers.
But the way Bradley has played this season in Chicago, after forgetting there are three outs in an inning and performing poorly at the plate, he has every right, in my opinion, to get booed.
And some of the things that he’s said in the media, has not only made the situation worse in Chicago for him, but the Cubs’ clubhouse.
The next thing that should be on his agenda should be a U-Haul one-way to St. Louis.
Oh wait, the Cardinal Nation don’t want him.