I am sick of Barry Bonds

I wrote this blog a long time ago-- and I was seethign at the time, so there is some emotion to it. For whatever reason, I chose not to publish it then.. but my Twin has encouraged me to post it now, so I am. So, yes-- this is old as the hills.. but-- the feeling still remains.




I live in a City that is torn by him. He plays well; he is bringing the team success and notoriety. But it comes with a price. The on again off again debate of steroid use is constant, perhaps because I reside in the very City he boasts the name of on chest.

Right now, there are people.. grown men might I add, that have taken up residence behind the stadium in the water area. They are out there in goofy outfits and kayaks, canoes and dingy's.. all in the hopes of catching a home run ball from Bonds. And you know they are going to sell it on Ebay because really.. what are you going to do with a Barry Bonds ball. People cant actually compare it to having a ball from Babe Ruth or Joe DiMaggio can they? In a heart beat I would have one of those balls..proudly display it. Frankly, I would never even let my kids play with a ball that Barry used. He is a disgrace to the game as far as I am concerned. And not just because he is a pill popping power player.. mainly because he is a crappy role model. I don't really care what these athletes say-- you put on a uniform and you instantly become a role model. Kids look up to you. They aspire to be you. They go in the back yard and pretend they are you hitting a ball. So if they see you using steroids, it becomes cool.

To top this off, he is mean. I cant think of another word for it just yet-- but he is. I recently went to a Yankee/Giants game and we sat in his "turf". We were surrounded by kids all excited to be so close to him.. and there were foul balls being popped off constantly. The other players would pick the balls up and toss them into the stands.. wave at the kids, take time to simply look their way. Barry didn't. They stood at the rail screaming his name, begging for a glance and he kept facing forward, never once giving them the time of day. What kind of person does this? How can you look at the image of yourself in the mirror everyday and honestly think that you don't owe some of that to someone else's belief in you. Barry Bonds at one time feel in love with the game from watching other players. I am sure he once stood at a gate calling out his role models name.. and there is a huge chance that he was greeted with at least a look or wave. Why does he find it so difficult to give that back-- or even remember it!
I am ashamed of him for the sport. I am ashamed of him for our City. Barry Bonds, you leave me searching for the zen ....