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Milton Bradley: “No One Knows What It’s Like To Be The Bad Man, To Be The Sad Man”


…To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
No one knows what its like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through

Apologies for the lyrical interlude, but it seemed so fitting. Perennial nutjob Milton Bradley claimed on Tuesday that he has never felt comfortable at Wrigley Field. Let’s refer to Bradley’s distorted thoughts as they illustrate the situation far more clearly than I could articulate.

“It’s hard to be comfortable when you don’t get a hit and get booed every time,” he said. “When I go home and look in the mirror, I like what I see. My family is there I have people I can talk to who are very supportive, in spite of everything and all the adversity and the hatred you face on a daily basis. But I’ll be alright. I always have.”

Ouch. Poor Milton must be going through some pretty heavy shit right now. I suggest that he kick back, light some incense, fire up the black light put on some classic Seventies rock n’ roll and just chill out for a while. It couldn’t hurt, right?

Bradley: I face hatred on a daily basis [Hardball]