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I had a whole team news planned around the recent flurry of trades the Mad Popes made and the resulting rankling of feathers it caused within the league. For those under rocks, Sacramento wrote checks for countless millions of dollars to almost any team who reached out in exchange for young International Complex guys. The Popes also traded for their former custom ammy Amphibian Johnson from the Sluggers.
This team news was supposed to be about how my flippant spreading of my hard-earned Recte Bucks was good for the league. Those young IC guys prematurely forced into competition against 18-20 year-old Rookie ball players will likely result into future minor league cuts, while the money they were purchased with can be used by other teams to bring in better talent to better their organizations. Also, the Johnson trade should work out well for Louisville as they lose a very talented yet fragile centerfielder yet gain four very good, nearly BBA ready prospects in return. Four for one is good for rebuilding teams.
All that aside, the naming of this team news has, to put it plainly, altered my course, or to put it elaborately, brought a wrinkled hand down from the heavens to flick my consciousness in a more whimsical direction.
Rankling feathers?
Upon review, the more popular and pedestrian version of the desired saying is RUFFLING FEATHERS, but it's my argument the use of RANKLING, aside from just being more fun, is, by all weights and measures, a more accurate description of the reactions from Brewster competitors. Ruffling is somewhat playful, gentle even. Rankling, on the other hand, cannot be separated from an inherent connection with being slightly annoyed. Vexed even.
Anyway, why so much rankling?
