First things first: the fact that perpetual malcontent Milton Bradley once had a problem with an authority figure is not news. If Bradley were an elf, and Santa Claus his boss, the outfielder would find a way to so undermine Jolly St. Nick to the North Pole media that the GM of Christmas would have no choice but to trade him to, I don't know, let's say the Easter Bunny, for two Cadbury eggs and a wicker picnic basket with a broken handle. Point is, there was once a time when Bradley, like all times, didn't get along with his boss. And that boss happened to be Eric Wedge, the Seattle Mariners' new manager.
Things started going sour even before Wedge showed up. In April of 2002, Bradley made the first of what would be many negative headlines for being forcibly removed from a Cleveland restaurant for being drunk and belligerent.
In May of the next year, Bradley and Wedge had their first confrontation, when the manager benched his budding star. Said Wedge, cryptically: "We don't see eye-to-eye on some things." Bradley doubled-down on his coach's politically sensitive statement by reportedly wearing a "Fuck Eric Wedge" T-shirt in the clubhouse.
A month later, Bradley tossed his bat and helmet at an umpire after getting called out on strikes. A month after that he was arrested for leading cops on a police chase after a stop that Bradley said was racially motivated. And then, in the coup de grace to end a shittastic season, Bradley had to be forcibly restrained from going after Wedge in the dugout after he'd been benched for not running out a pop -fly.
Bradley's turn-everyone-against-me strategy finally reached its logical conclusion the next March, when he was once again benched, for once again failing to run out a pop fly. Bradley was pulled from the game, paid $60 to a cabbie to take him home even while his team was still playing and was traded within the week.
Said Bradley, via text, about his old feud with his old-but-new-again boss: "I'm over it." We'll see.