Everyone hates Barry Bonds. If you need me to hate him, I’ll hate him too. He has supposedly disgraced baseball. Though, no, we have no idea how many guys were using steroids. Probably just about everyone, I imagine.
It seems to me there is something to be admired in the way that Bonds has conducted himself lately under all this contempt. I don’t mean the sulky withdrawn angry bizarre part, but his stoicism. His unflinching response when Houston Astros’ pitcher Russ Springer threw inside on him three times before hitting him, nearly beaning him, and got a standing ovation from the Astros fans for it, the jerks. Barry Bonds has managed to tune out alot of rage, not to hear it, not to let it bother him, or to try not anyway. Won’t you give him that?