Couldn't Happen to a Nicer Guy
Overheard (okay, spoken by me) at the Pig & Whistle last night:
"Hey, Adrienne, look at that. Some idiot injured himself arguing with an umpire! Who is that, anyway? It's a pretty nondescript white uniform, and I can't tell from the number ..."
"Oh, right. Of course it's Milton Bradley ..."
(I'll include the YouTube embed, but props to the guy who uploaded the clip to AOL under the amazing title: "Milton Bradley's Career In a Nutshell: Gets On Base, Argues, Gets Hurt." Word.)
Elsewhere in Cleveland Sports: the Indians made the playoffs without the help of the board game OR the breakfast cereal,* and the Browns cashed in their monthly entitlement to a Loss By Means of a Rule You Didn't Know Existed Until Minutes Ago But Now Think Should Be Reversed (TM). So ... there's that.
Postseason, baby! Go Tribe!!
--K
* = Though you might make an argument for the potential profitability of "Asdrubal O's." They're Asdrubal-icious!
Milton Bradley
where does that guy get off, having that name? there can only be one, and he makes board games, not trouble! I wonder if we would have done better on the theme category if it had been "Monopoly Currency" instead?