It's getting towards late September and that means several annual rituals are starting at the altar of Major League Baseball.
Certain contenders are pulling away from the fading pack, like the Colorado Rockies and Boston Red Sox in the races for the respective Wild Cards. A former lock for the postseason is teetering and threatening to hand the keys over to a hard-charging spoiler—I'm looking at you, Detroit Tigers.
Additionally, you've got the year-end award hysteria starting to settle over baseball.
But my favorite rite of a season's passage is the newest addition—another messy and public divorce involving Milton Bradley and whatever poor ...
It's a sad truth, but inordinate fascination with oneself is hardly reason to single out a professional athlete or high-paid coach. You could make a pretty safe argument that egocentricity has become the rule rather than the exception amongst those two groups.
Nevertheless, individuals come and go who distinguish themselves even from the swell-headed pack. Sometimes, a dynamic duo wrangled for the self-love spotlight.
Thanks to Milton Bradley and Rick Pitino, we have such a scenario on our hands.
Though, in truth, it's not much of a fight—the Louisville Cardinals' head coach has Uncle Miltie walloped since his transgression is far worse and ...
