That’s the world’s question to Barry Bonds. No, wait- That’s my question to the hundreds of drones following around the man who may or may not have used steroids or HGH or the Clear, or … whatever – to break sports’ most sought after record (therefore nullifying the record’s stance in sporting folklore). You missed the story – you wrote, you speculated, you got the blinds pulled right over your eyes…. The story is the demise of baseball. It’s at best a second-tier sport.
Congratulations to the NFL: you are America’s pastime. You know it, too. You’ve invested hundreds of millions in summertime football – the AFL, the XFL Canada or Europa something or another – whatever initials you choose, summertime is all yours. Congrats for recognizing that America’s former pastime ate itself. Bud Selig smoked it like an expensive cigar. Remember when your sluggers doubled their size right after the strike? Yeah, that’s when you should’ve stepped up. I realize that you were more interested in the Brewers at that point, because you owned them, but all partisanship aside, you could’ve done something about it. You could have saved baseball. I’m sure it was difficult with the soon-to-be-president of the USA looking the other way. (Nice job, George).
You fat cats killed my favorite sport.
I don’t blame Barry. He took what you gave him, Bud. Whether you can prove it or not.
I sympathize with the poor Giants fans. Cheer all you can tonight, folks. You won’t win the pennant with Barry on board. EVER. He’ll keep doing his own thing. His contributions vs. his salary will keep you out of the playoffs until he hangs ‘em up. You know it. All 23 Giants know that every other team has 24 players. Some of them might even run out a fly ball to first base.
Hang Them Up. Not a minute too soon. Karma’s coming for you, Barry. You too, Bud. Hang ‘em up, both of you. Our sport needs a future, and neither of you deserve to be a part of it.