Jackie Bradley Jr. is consistently the least consistent offensive player on the Boston Red Sox. His streaks are such of legends, running hotter than a gas stove left on all afternoon before seemingly dropping into the Mariana Trench for months at a time.
At some indefinite point last season, something changed—or rather, something was revived. For most of the previous five-plus seasons, the greatest rivalry in American sports had taken a bit of vacation. One team dominated while the other had a rare down-year, trash-talk was kept to a whisper, brawls were nearly nonexistent.