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Barry Bonds makes me feel bad.
He called reporters liars, and pointed to problems in the world he considers much more important than steroids, such as alcoholism and drug abuse. Bonds was entertaining as usual. Asked directly whether he'd ever used illegal substances, he said: "I'm not a child. You repeat those things to children and then eventually they tell you. I don't."
I feel bad at his naked lack of respect and responsibility. I feel bad that he taints an already sickened game with an undeserved sense of self-importance and martyrdom. I feel bad that one of America's largest sports is now infected by a man who can't parse the word "sportsmanship" to save his own life.
"You guys are like re-running stories," Bonds said to more than 100 reporters in attendance. "This is old stuff. It's like watching 'Sanford and Son.' It's almost comical, basically. ... Are you guys jealous, upset, disappointed, what?"
I feel bad that so much attention and time is wasted on Barry Bonds. I feel bad that he takes so much effort to be a simply cretinous, wretched human being. I feel bad that he wastes calories, oxygen and resources that could be better used donated to ocean-dwelling mollusks. I feel bad that anyone on this planet holds him to any degree of esteem.
"I don't know what cheating is," he said. "I don't believe steroids can help your eye-hand coordination, technically hit a baseball. I just don't believe it. That's my opinion." Bonds said the key to his continued success and strength, even in the later years of his career, has been "hard work, that's about it." ... "All of you guys have lied," he said. "Should you have an asterisk behind your name?"
I feel bad that, someday in the far-off future, Barry Bonds will finally die, and I'm not going to feel the slightest bit bad.
He called reporters liars, and pointed to problems in the world he considers much more important than steroids, such as alcoholism and drug abuse. Bonds was entertaining as usual. Asked directly whether he'd ever used illegal substances, he said: "I'm not a child. You repeat those things to children and then eventually they tell you. I don't."
I feel bad at his naked lack of respect and responsibility. I feel bad that he taints an already sickened game with an undeserved sense of self-importance and martyrdom. I feel bad that one of America's largest sports is now infected by a man who can't parse the word "sportsmanship" to save his own life.
"You guys are like re-running stories," Bonds said to more than 100 reporters in attendance. "This is old stuff. It's like watching 'Sanford and Son.' It's almost comical, basically. ... Are you guys jealous, upset, disappointed, what?"
I feel bad that so much attention and time is wasted on Barry Bonds. I feel bad that he takes so much effort to be a simply cretinous, wretched human being. I feel bad that he wastes calories, oxygen and resources that could be better used donated to ocean-dwelling mollusks. I feel bad that anyone on this planet holds him to any degree of esteem.
"I don't know what cheating is," he said. "I don't believe steroids can help your eye-hand coordination, technically hit a baseball. I just don't believe it. That's my opinion." Bonds said the key to his continued success and strength, even in the later years of his career, has been "hard work, that's about it." ... "All of you guys have lied," he said. "Should you have an asterisk behind your name?"
I feel bad that, someday in the far-off future, Barry Bonds will finally die, and I'm not going to feel the slightest bit bad.