Brett Myers, our pride and joy

Evidently, those weren't love taps Brett Myers was giving his lady on the streets of Boston. It was more like some Joe Calzaghe on Jeff Lacy-type shit. Only, like, if Lacy were about a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter than Calzaghe and also if he were a woman (which at times did admittedly seem to be the case in that fight).

The Philly Inquirer has transcripts of the phone calls that witnesses to the Myers beating made to police in today's paper. They paint a grisly picture. Meanwhile, Myers, the 6'4" 240-pound maniac who kicked the shit out of his wife in FULL VIEW OF THE PUBLIC was on the mound yesterday at the Bank, getting shelled by the Reds.

That's my team, the Phils, handing the ball to an unrepentant wife-beater every five days. I'm ashamed of the whole business.

Callers to police described Myers assault as vicious (Philly Inquirer)