Editor's note: TBL was not at all cranky prior to reading this article online. It is not "that time of the month", her cubicle is no more soul-sucking than usual, she did not bark her shin on the coffee table this morning. She just REALLY hates cheaters.
Barry Bonds Says 'My Life Is in Shambles':
SCOTTSDALE, Ariz. - Seven home runs shy of passing Babe Ruth, this should be a time of unbridled joy and excitement for Barry Bonds. Not so, he says. 'My life is in shambles. It is crazy,' Bonds said Monday in an interview with The Associated Press. 'It couldn't get any crazier. I'm just trying to stay sane.'
Then, clearly joking, he went for shock value: 'Go to the Empire State Building and jump off, commit suicide and people can say, 'Barry Bonds is finally dead.' Except for in San Francisco,' he said. 'I'll leave something for them.'
Despite those pronouncements, the 41-year-old Bonds has been upbeat and approachable - by his standards - this spring despite the recent release of 'Game of Shadows,' the book detailing his alleged longtime regimen for taking performance-enhancing drugs.
Hey, Barry. You see this thing occupying the minute space between my thumb and my forefinger? Yeah, that's the world's tiniest violin, and it's playing just for you.
See, I'm having a lot of difficulty drumming up any sympathy for you because it's all your own damn fault. You used all that crap, you said you didn't, and then you come over all more-arrogantly-prickish-than-thou for the last year. A little contrition early on might have helped, but NO. The Magnificent Barry takes a page from certain other public figures and plays the "if I repeat it often enough, it will magically become true" game.
News flash--that only works on unusually stupid people. And baseball is the "thinking man's game". You do the math.
So sit on your ill-gotted millions and cry me a river, Barry, you unutterable putz.