Brandon and the Angry Inge

Brandon Inge, you are not a victim. You did not have your starting third base position yanked out from under your feet by the Tigers' devious, mustache-twirling front office. You are whining. You've shown an incredible lack of perspective and an inability to accept responsibility for your part in this media shitstorm. Thus far, you've blamed everyone but yourself. According to you, this is a situation that's been forced on you, not one that you contributed to. (Just look at those numbers for the 2007 season.) Not only that, you've given yourself an easy excuse for a bad season, by declaring that you can't hit as a catcher after two at bats. Talk about small sample size. You want playing time and then bitch when you get it because it's not at the position you want. Is this surprising coming from the guy who had to see a kid in a wheelchair to remember, oh yeah, I'm making $6 million a year to play a game for a living?

Brandon Inge, it's time for a clue-by-four upside the head. You are the one -- the only one -- who put yourself in this position by swinging like Hugh Hefner and a cadre of Playboy Bunnies at a key party. Maybe if you'd managed some consistency you wouldn't constantly be fielding media questions left and right. Maybe you wouldn't be portrayed as a whiny, spoiled brat who's pissed off because you've lost your job to someone else (who happens to be a far superior player).