Long before the creation of the very first Street Fighter, my brothers and I grew up in an age of more traditional ways to settle spats. We slung mashed potatoes at each other across the dinner table after dad had finished and left for a night of television. Yes. Mashed potatoes. And with spoons.
But that seems so much more dignified than the MLBPA - MLB - Scott Boras spittle of yesterday. “You’re an idiot!”...”No, YOU are!”...”No, YOU are TIMES TWO!”...”MOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!”
What we need next is for somebody to hold their breath until they turn blue. Because that protestation always works.