Milton Bradley Strikes Again, Begs the Question: Why Bother?

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 sap was fool enough to sign the tempestuous outfielder. I've heard and read people argue that Bradley shows all the traditional signs of a severe behavioral disorder. I'm not sure I buy that—is being incredibly arrogant and petulant really a psychological malady worthy of professional treatment? Of course...