A month after being convicted of abusing his wife, Milton Bradley was sentenced to 32 months behind bars on Tuesday.
Bradley, who faced up to 7 1/2 years, was convicted of nine misdemeanor counts after a four-week trial. Four of those counts were for spousal battery, and one was for assault with a deadly weapon. He threatened and attacked his wife five times between 2011 and ’12. The two are now in the midst of divorce proceedings.
Some tried to portray the much-maligned Bradley as more misunderstood than criminal during his tumultuous baseball career, but the lie was put to that after he his talent dwindled and he was forced out of the league. His career ended in 2011 after he hit .218 with two homers in 28 games for the Mariners. Overall, he hit .271/.364/.440 in 1,042 games over 12 seasons. He had his best year with the Rangers in 2008, when he led the AL with a .999 OPS in 126 games.
Bradley remains free on bond after appealing last month’s conviction. His next court date is in August.
If you’ve ever found yourself on I-75/71 in Kentucky, just over the river from Cincinnati, you’ve no doubt noticed the water tower for the city of Florence, Kentucky. Its top is painted with red and white stripes and, instead of featuring the town’s name or the name of the local water concern, it says, “Florence, Y’all.”
The water tower is a nice welcome to Dixie, even if Kentucky isn’t really Dixie. The point is that, if you’re from Ohio or Michigan or someplace and you see it, you know you’re on your way to Lexington or Louisville, or points south. To warmer climes, southern charm and hospitality and, hopefully, a nice little trip.
The folks who support the Frontier League baseball team in Florence no doubt realize the kind of chatter that surrounds that water tower, because they just voted to rename their team:
And they added a handy dandy explainer:
I like it. And I like the idea of naming a baseball team after a notable and much talked-about roadside sign. Which is to say that, if I ever get a baseball team here in Ohio, I’m also gonna name it after a famous sign you see while driving on the interstate not too far from me:
Yeah, that’s a thing. And my baseball team would not even be the first sports thing named after it.
Alternatively, I could put one closer to my house and call it the “ODOT SUCKS.” May be better.
Viva local culture.