Quentin/cretin

You are Carlos Quentin, one of the hottest hitters in baseball.

You started this season as a part-time player, hoping to get off the bench.

You were ending this season as the near-consensus MVP in the American League.

That’s because you put up monster numbers, like 36 home runs and 100 RBIs with nearly a full month yet to play.

You have propelled your team, the White Sox, to first place in the tough AL Central.

So what do you do Monday night?

Well, you’re batting against the Indians’ Cliff Lee, the best pitcher in the American League.

You foul off a pitch, so in frustration, you hit the bat you are holding by your left hand with your right hand.

And you break your right wrist.

In one incredibly stupid move, you trash your best season, throw away the MVP award and threaten to keep your team out of the playoffs.

… Jeez, talk about being dumber ’n a box of rocks.