Eight games. That's the punishment for San Diego Padres slugger Carlos Quentin after he charged the mound last week, inciting a benches-clearing brawl.
Quentin lowered his shoulders and charged toward Los Angeles Dodgers pitcher Zach Greinke after he was pegged in the left arm by a pitch.
I always love to watch baseball fights. They are more like a scene from "West Side Story," with players typically dancing around snapping their fingers. Usually there is nothing to write home about.
Baseball brawls are not uncommon ó Don Zimmer versus Pedro Martinez, Nolan Ryan versus Robin Ventura, and Pete Rose versus Bud Harrelson ó and they usually don't lead to significant injuries.
Unfortunately for Greinke, a trip to the disabled list is in order, as the right-handed pitcher broke his left collar bone in the scuffle. He is expected to miss 6-8 weeks with the injury.
Quentin's eight game suspension isn't tough enough, if you ask me. I agree with Dodgers Manager Don Mattingly, Quentin should have to sit out as long as Greinke is out with his injury.
After the game, the former Yankee great said ď[Quentin] should not play a game until Greinke can pitch. If he plays before Greinke, something is wrong. Nothing happens if that guy goes to first base.Ē
That's true, Don. If Quentin jogs to first base like he should have, this is a moot point, but he didn't.
Instead, he caused injury to another player.
Here's an idea. Why not reinstitute Hammurabi's Code? We could break Quentin's collar bone and let him sit out.
A little extreme? Perhaps.
My point is that Quentin's punishment doesn't fit the crime, so let's reconsider the way that Major League Baseball hands out its punishments.
I never want to see Carlos Quentin in a battersí box again.
Since the first time I saw him trudging around the South Side Chicago outfield, and crowding every pitch that came his way, heís annoyed me to the point that I have to change the channel.
He is the broest bro around. Iím sure that, after he leaves the tanning salon, he rocks out to some Daughtry to get all psyched-out for a night of MMA viewing.
I didnít need Quentin to do anything else to make me dislike him more. As far as Iím concerned, heís the Jay Cutler of the majors.
But thatís baseball.
For the most part, fans are comparable to the athletes in each respective sport, with the exception of baseball.
Baseball fans are as knowledgeable as sports fans come, while most major leaguers would make a comfortable fit to the cast of Jersey Shore.
And somebody has to be the worst amongst this group of dunces. If Quentin didnít exist, someone else would fill his shoes. So I canít really lose sleep knowing that such arrogant jerks can become so successful, as I plot survival.
But now, with his latest display of stupidity, I actually despise Quentin more.
Last week, when Zack Greinke brushed Quentinís arm with a pitch, Quentin charged the mound, as if Greinke had tossed a fastball at the batterís infant child. And in the ensuing collision, the pitcherís collarbone was broken.
Let me remind you that Quentin is hit by more pitches that anyone else in baseball. He is notorious for crowding the plate and then, when the ball barely touches him, he brutally benches one of the best pitchers in the game.
But, Greinke knew what he was doing. And if a twig battles a sequoia tree, it deserves to be broken.
If you canít take the heat, right? Also remember that Greinke is just another one of these bros.
As much as I hate it, Quentin doesnít deserve any more punishment than any other major league numbscull.