Nobody Likes Me, Everybody Hates Me, Guess I'll Go Eat Worms

As in the past, Milton Bradley's biggest enemy isn't his bat, but his mouth. "All I'm saying is I pray the game is nine innings, so I can go out there the least amount of time possible and go home". Well, that's just fucking great, Milton. I'm so glad the Cubs are paying you millions of dollars so you can put forth the least amount of effort, punch the timeclock and go home. I'm not naive enough to believe that there aren't some real racist douchenozzles in the crowd who are slinging racial epitaphs at Bradley. Jacque Jones heard plenty of it, as did LaTroy Hawkins and probably every man of color who ever played for the Cubs. (Or any other team. I refuse to believe that Chicago has the monopoly on racist assbags. Not in a country where some of the population refuse to believe the president was born in America.) Hell, there were the dipshits who created the "Horry Kow" T-shirts when Fukudome signed with the Cubs. And those fuckers were supposedly rooting for Kosuke.

Bradley also said: "When I go home and look in the mirror, I like what I see. My family is there I have people I can talk to who are very supportive, in spite of everything and all the adversity and the hatred you face on a daily basis. But I'll be all right. I always have."

Jesus Christ dude, you're a grown man getting paid millions to play a child's game. You're not fighting in a war or leading the battle against cancer. I'm sorry people are picking on you, but let's not exaggerate our own importance, okay?

This is nothing new. Milton has always been a thin-skinned aggravating player. He's bounced from clubhouse to clubhouse in his career and no other GM was willing to take a shot at giving this guy a multi-year deal. Except the Cubs. Of course. So now we're stuck with this guy who hates the city, the ballpark, and the fans he's playing for for the next two years. Okay. Milton, you go ahead and put in your time in a workmanlike fashion. I promise not to buy anything with your name and number on it and when you leave in two years, let's both agree to pretend that this three year stretch of Cub history never happened. And if by some miracle the Cubs win a World Series while you're here, I'm thinking maybe you should let the league keep the ring. Yeah, right.

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