When you peel away the layers of Wednesday night's Brian McCann-Carlos Gomez incident, what's left? Maybe the guilty pleasure of wanting to see more.
Where would baseball be without childishness, perceived slights, vigilantism, paranoia and rampant irrationality? More important, where would the rest of us be without all this Code Kabuki?
The worse the failure, the more compelling the spectacle, which makes the final days of the two wild-card races among the most gruesomely enjoyable in a long, long time.
Chances are, Carlos Zambrano and the Players Association will find a way to get the Cubs' pitcher back on the mound sometime soon. It will be a Pyrrhic victory.
To sort through the logic behind Braves pitching coach Roger McDowell's suspension, we need to understand the existence of parallel universes.
One way to look at the Game 1 mound matchup in the NLCS: old-school (that'd be Roy Halladay) versus new-school (that'd be Tim Lincecum).
Smoke, mirrors and a never-give-up attitude brought Bobby Cox's Braves and Tim Lincecum's Giants into the National League playoffs. Think the Phillies are scared? (Neither do we.)
Bruce Bochy provided an unexpected image of joy, circling the stadium with his players after the Giants clinched the NL West on Sunday. Here's hoping for three more weeks filled with those kind of moments.