Brett Myers blew a save last night, and afterward, he mistook a Philadelphia Inquirer reporter for his wife and tried to beat he crap out of him. Bugs and Cranks is all over it (with audio!). Tip to journalists everywhere: The next time a tough-guy athlete calls you a ‘retard,’ the best comeback probably isn’t, ‘how do you spell retard?’ We would have gone with - ‘don’t try to treat me the same way you treat your wife, asshole.’

Reporter:  You thought they both were pop ups?

Myers: Yeah, didn’t? You think they crushed em?

R: The first one I thought was out, the second one no

M: Yeah, cause you’re a retard, you don’t know fuckin shit about baseball. You’re filling in for somebody.

R: How do you spell retard?

M: You know how to spell it, it’s in your fuckin’ vocabulary, I’m sure you know.

R: You are classy, I’ll tell ya.

M: Go on. [Get] outta here, you fuckin idiot.

R: [pointing at Brett Myers] You’re the fuckin’ idiot!

M: Hey! You pointing at me motherfucker?! Ill tell you what, dude, Ill knock you motherfucking out! FUCK YOU!!! You’re tough when fuckin people are standing in front of you, you piece of shit! Come on! You fucking idiot. Yeah, youre tough when people are standing in front of you, you fucking ass.

R: I’m a retard?

M: Yeah, that’s right, YOU ARE, you’re a fucking idiot. You ask stupid ass fucking questions!