Here's how it went down. Keon was drowning his sorrows from the cubs winning the series, like the rest of us. Then some cub fan (they're crawling out of the woodwork, they're everywhere, even out here on Nunivak Island. google it.) spilled some of his Bartles & James on Keon's new clothes. Keon's shoes are full of Miller and Jack while Mr. Cub's got a pomegranate daquiri in his belly and a nose full of toot. Broxton told him what was up but with the sedate advantage, sucker punching a sot is like taking candy from a baby. On a different day it would have been a bloodbath. In all seriousness, I hope this is the last time I hear of an incident with Broxton. Looking for a nice 2017 from him.