Much has been said about him, so I wont go into too much detail, but I will say this: Barry Bonds represents all that is wrong with present-day baseball. He's an arrogant, self-absorbed, money-grabbing, prima donna. Despite winning seven MVP awards and eight Gold Gloves prior to his "scandal," it feels good to know that he will forever be remembered as the guy that needed to shoot steroids into his ass to tie and eventually break the record of Hank Aaron.
Commissioner Bud Selig stood up and put his hands in his pockets while Bonds' family hugged and high-fived. When Bonds crossed the plate, he lifted his batboy son, Nikolai, and carried him several steps in an embrace.
The Petco Park crowd stood and cheered, with some boos mixed in, when the San Francisco slugger homered off Clay Hensley in the second inning. Several fans held up asterisk signs.
Fuck you, Barry. Fuck you for imprinting into kids minds that the way to be better than everyone else is by artificial means. Fuck you for your black leather vibrating recliner and big-screen TV you have to have in the team locker room. Fuck you for pissing on the names of the true champions of the game. Fuck you for making this all about you and not about teamwork. Fuck you for further tarnishing the soul of baseball.