Posted on 08/18/2005 11:26:13 AM PDT by EveningStar
Is there anyone not allowing him freedom? Is there anyone arguing that Barry should not have the freeedom to by Barry?
You are kidding me! What are you doing responding to sports threads if you don't know that?
Nope, Sammy's done.
No more corked bat, or 'roids, but now he's stuck with a head the size of one of Jupiter's moons.
Street slang doesn't have anything to do with sports knowledge.
Bonds is baseball's T.O. Both loud mouthed, overpaid, spoiled rich ball players who think just because they play sports, they are above and beyond everyone else. I wouldn't give you 15 cents for either of them.
"Steroids don't make people bigger, they merely allow people to work out longer without getting tired"
I lived with a bunch of football players in college who worked out consistently. They were each, what I would consider, average build. However, once they started taking steroids after freshman year, they all got huge and ripped.
I'm not kidding you. What is a prop? Is is short for something?
Cheating Bonds still passes....
Gerry Callahan
Boston Herald
Nov 16,2004
Well, Barry Bonds boosted another National League MVP award, but at least we're making progress. Two years ago, Bonds was a unanimous choice of the voters. Last year he got 28-of-32 first-place votes, and yesterday it was announced that the number of writers who had the good sense to select someone else was up to eight.
Good for them. Maybe the Baseball Writers of America are not as quick to catch on as the Scott Peterson jury, but clearly there are some vigilantes in the press box who would rather not be complicit in Bonds' latest heist The guy hit 362. He slugged .802. He hit 45 home runs. If everything had been on the level, of course he would be the MVP. But everything was not on the level. It never is with Bonds.
The guy cheats, and everyone knows it. In this case, he cheated Adrian Beltre, the runner-up, out of an award that should have belonged to Beltre. Albert Pujols finished second to Bonds last year and the year before. Some people are fawning over Bonds today because he now has seven MVPs, but Pujols is only 24 years old. How many MVPs would he end up with if he weren't swimming against the strongest East German woman every year?
Maybe someday baseball will do for Pujols what the folks at the Boston Marathon did for Jacqueline Gareau, the Canadian runner who in 1980 finished second to another legendary cheater, Rosie Ruiz. They brought Gareau back to Boston
where, in her street clothes, she re-enacted the final 200 yards of the race. Ironically, Ruiz got caught when some people noticed that she didn't have any muscle, sort of the flipside to Bonds' problem.
After the scandal unfolded, a lot of people from Boston apologized to Gareau. Will Major League Baseball someday apologize to all the players who had their big days, their awards, their records ripped away by the man with the misshapen skull?
Ill-gotten awards are bad enough, but Bonds,of course, has higher crimes in mind. Perhaps as soon as next summer, he intends to steal the game's most coveted record from Hank Aaron, who weighed about 180 pounds when he hit 755 home runs. Bonds once weighed about 180 pounds, too. Now he is listed at 228 and believed to be 20 pounds more than that. He's the Pamela Anderson of baseball players. It's silly to even wonder if he's legit anymore. But when you talk about Bonds' team, you're not talking about the San Francisco Giants. You're talking about experts at BALCO, the trainers and chemists and various facilitators who worked hard to keep Bonds ahead of baseball's hapless posse. As Bonds' dear friend and alleged dealer Greg Anderson said on tape, they knew when the tests were coming. They knew how to beat the system, and yesterday they beat it for his seventh MVP award. As a bonus, Bonds picked up $500,000 for winning the award. Martha Stewart is waking up in a cell this morning for less.
Bonds isn't the only guy with an illegitimate MVP. Jose Canseco has one, and he promises to write a book about it, as soon as he learns how to, you know, write. Ken Caminiti won the award in the National League in 1996 and later admitted much of his success came out of a syringe.
Caminiti, like Bonds, got noticeably bigger and more muscular, and his power numbers soared. The only difference between the two is that Bonds is much smarter and more sophisticated. Caminiti actually traveled to Tijuana and bought his steroids on the street, like any old junkie.
Bonds knows enough to surround himself with experts. Anderson, his dear friend and trainer, has been charged with supplying athletes with drugs. To believe Bonds is on the level is to believe Anderson was just dealing to other athletes. Not his dear friend. Not his biggest, richest and most famous client. And by the way, Scott Peterson, how was the fishing?
Here's another difference between Caminiti and Bonds: Camini-ti's dead. Bonds is very much alive
and threatening to make next season look about as legitimate as Dan Rather's documents. It doesn't even matter anymore how MLB or ESPN want to handle the next dubious Bonds milestone. Baseball fans, like the writers, are gradually coming around. They know watching Bonds go deep is like watching the 6-foot-tall kid with the mustache strike out the side in the Little League World Series. Someone's cheating. How long before they catch him? Pete Rose, who gambled on baseball while managing the Reds, gets banned for life. Bonds, who gained 50 pounds of muscle while hanging with alleged steroid dealers, gets $18 million a year and another MVP. Too bad BALCO can't make a masking agent to hide that stench.
During the World Series, Bonds made an appearance in St. Louis to pick up the Hank Aaron Award, a perverse irony if ever there was one. The AL winner was Manny Ramirez, who, of course, was already in St. Louis. As Ray Ratto pointed out on ESPN.com, the ridiculously gracious fans of St. Louis cheered Ramirez, even though Manny was busy kicking the crap out of their Cardinals. Bonds they booed. Even Cardinals fans can only be played for fools for so long.
This home run king has no clothes, and everyone knows it. In the end, the commissioner doesn't have to worry about putting an asterisk next to Barry Bonds in the record book. You can rest assured, Bud: It's already there.
So many sports fans down through the years have been on his case to be this, to be that, act this way, act that way...it is definitely pushing against his freedom to be himself!
We are all uniquely created individuals, and should be given the space to live in that extraordinary uniqueness.
The word is, magnificence, and each of us has a measure to share with the world.
Steroids? HGH?
Puh-leaze.
I thought the effects of 'roids on the skull were permanent?
Can we get a split screen?
Bonds' head was humongous.
"If his trust is greatest with his wife...so be it"
Does he beat this wife like he did the first one?
Steroids do make you largers. Example: Sammy Sosa and Gee-ombie!! BOTH are much smaller physically now. Look how large Mark McGuire got from his earlier days. Simply eating pizza or hitting the weights did not do that to him.
He plays on a team, which requires him to be a team player. Instead, he's behaving like a selfish, childish brat.
No slack from me.
dollars to donuts he doesn't come back...
"After further consoltation with my doctors and discussion with my wife and family, I have decided to retire."
"Don't cry for me, Argentinaaaaaaaaaaa"
You are kidding me! What are you doing responding to sports threads if you don't know that? - I have been involved and watching sports for 40 years, I worked at Arlington Stadium (Texas Rangers baseball) in the bleachers for 4 years; what are props
Props: proper due, proper respect
Apparently it is no big secret that his teammates are not looking forward to his return all that much.
Could you imagine playing on a team that continues to show Bonds highlights on its TV advertisements and in-game promos, despite the fact he hasn't played at all this year. But, that's all the Giants have this year...memories of better days past.
Thanks for that explanation, Petronski!
I didn't know what it was either.
Back when donuts were 5¢ each, those were 20:1 odds. These days, that expression means jack. ;)
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