3/08/2006

More Bonds!

O, happy day!!! I feel the way John Stewart felt when Dick Cheney shot his hunting buddy. Mark Fainaru-Wada and Lance Williams are my new heros for writing "Game of Shadows." I love this book so much and it hasn't even been released yet. I may buy two copies. This is the greatest day since October 27, 2004.
Does it seem like I hate one Mr. B. Bonds? Well I do. I do do do do. I mentioned last week how I would never watch his reality show, but now that his reality has been blown to dust, I'm interested. They should change the name to
Everybody Hates Barry and add a laugh track. Seriously, what happens to the show now? Bonds would have to be delusional to think it's still a good idea, but, then again, he thought it was a good idea to take massive amounts of steroids and get as big as a professional wrestler, so maybe he's just plain out of his mind.
The guy is a textbook sociopath, and so richly deserving of public humiliation that even his staunchest supporters are starting to come around to reality. For God sakes, even Tim Kurkjian says that Bonds has come (and I love this) "dangerously close to losing his Hall of Fame vote." Jesus! Bonds could commit mass murder on the baseball diamond and Kurkjian would vote him in because he put up HOF numbers before the killings.
Would a sane person in Bonds position have retired already? Yes, just look at McGuire. He got out ahead of the posse, dropped off the radar-screen, and is probably golfing his ass off even as we speak. But fucking psycho Bonds keeps coming back year after year to face the same questions and rumors and you just kind of marvel at the audacity of the guy. For the past six years, Bonds and his steroid-enhanced numbers have hijacked the whole game of baseball and he refuses to relinquish it. He's like a horror-movie monster, impervious to attack. Let's hope "Game of Shadows" is the final stake in his fiendish heart.

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