Way back when, just after the Dodgers inked Jeff Kent to a free agent contract, yours truly made the following observation over at 6-4-2:
Not a bad signing, given the Dodgers’ offensive needs, but assuming Bradley stays in L.A., that’s an awful lot of crazy for one clubhouse.
Your good friend Phil is wrong about many, many predictions, but some things are obvious enough even for him to see barrelling down the interstate at 80mph. If only you could place wagers on things like “Milton Bradley and Jeff Kent will be at each other’s throats before Labor Day” — I could retire at 35.
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