Let me guess, this time he really means it.
How many times has Bradley read this same apology…three, four, fives times?
It’s another lame joke buried in the latest chapter of baseball’s version of the T.O. Show.
For certain, the only thing sorry here is Bradley himself.
And in the words of Bugs Bunny, ‘What a maroon.’
If Bradley wants to apologize he should speak directly to Jim Hendry, the guy who stuck his neck out risking not only his baseball reputation, but also his career.
But it doesn’t end there. In turn, Hendry owes a ‘my bad’ to Gerald Perry, who most likely remains the Cubs’ hitting coach if Bradley never signs.
The list, of course, goes on, but to no avail. The season is a wash, apologies mean very little now, and Bradley has already left his ugly mark.
Off to San Fran and the second best ballpark in the bigs.
The only thing better than the park is the Giants’ rotation this week: Penny, Lincecum, Zito and Cain. Yikes.