Bradley vents: Billy Beane betrayed him

This article is a must read, it's got all kinds of juicy gossip about near fights, race cards and pure front office evil.

"I ran into him in the hallway when I came in for treatment," Bradley recalled. "He points his finger in my face and tells me, 'I need to talk to you in my office, and if I don't see you before you leave, your bags are packed.'

"Prior to that meeting with Billy the last day, the way he talked to me in that hallway was reason enough for him to get his teeth knocked out," Bradley added. "So I told him and everybody else before I went in there, 'You better get your paramedic on duty, because if he talks to me crazy again, we're going to have a problem.' I'm a man. Nobody's going to talk to me that kind of way."

I get where Milton Bradley is coming from because I'm also a man, some would say the man and if anybody, and I mean anybody sticks a finger in my face, I bite it off.  That's just what I do.  I bite it off and spit it in their face.  Depending on how mad I am I take that finger stick into an unpleasant place of my attacker.  The reason why is simple: I make a living with this face.  Milton and I are pretty people and we cannot risk you putting a blemish on our flawless skin.  

We also expect to be treated like the men we are.  GM's need to treat their players as people and not some equipment or an organizational asset.  I think at times they get so busy looking at the numbers that they forget that they are dealing with human f'n beings who have feelings too.

Sometimes I wish Billy Beane didn't write his science fiction romance novel Money Ball because in a way we lost our humanity when nerds took over baseball.  

I encourage you to read the entire article.

Thanks to Drama who posted this article link in the diaries. Here's an AN diary with their point of view