MVP or STD?

When the Chicago Cubs sent bridge-burning malcontent Milton Bradley to the Mariners for sad lump-of-clay Carlos Silva last Friday, it was more than a pair of new beginnings for two much-maligned baseball players. It was also a chance for writers, both paid and not, to come up with really colorful ways of describing the swap. To wit: Jon Greenberg, ESPNChicago.com: "This was a baseball white-elephant party. My trash for your garbage. Your abdominal pain for my headache." Phil Rogers, Chicago Tribune: "It's a trade of one of the worst Cubs ever for the best batting-practice pitcher in the game." Steve Kelley, The Seattle Times: "It was an Advil deal. It was like trading a root canal for a punch in the mouth." Dylan Wilbanks, University of Washington Web developer and Mariners fan, on his Twitter feed: "Trading a clubhouse cancer for a productive clubhouse cancer? Hells yeah." Mike Seely, Seattle Weekly: "Isn't trading Carlos Silva for Milton Bradley a little like trading herpes for gonorrhea?" And finally, some dude who goes by the handle "dangerine" (on a musician's message board, of all places) with the most concise explanation possible: "Dog shit for cat shit, essentially." The excitement. It's palpable.

 
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