Making his return to baseball after six years, Barry Bonds unveiled his new persona, revamped, revitalized, sculpted, and choreographed to engage and entertain the media, and win votes for the Hall of Fame.
The surly, belligerent Bonds of old, who though little of reporters or fans, and who used his star status to massage his own ego and belittle everyone else, is suddenly engaging, humorous, and sporting s broad smile.
Whatever could have brought about this change? Years of exile from the game that was his life for so long? Fading Hall of Fame hopes? Diminishing net worth after years of legal bills and scant income? Probably all of the above. But now the Giants have called, or he called
forgotten. Bonds has made no such gesture, and in fact the one chink in the armor of his new persona was when asked about such minute matters as his extended, long-term massive use of illegal steroids that were the reason for his artificially inflated statistics that forever soiled the statistical integrity of professional baseball. Quote Barry:
“I already went to court, and that’s where I’ll leave it…
“And I think anything outside that doesn’t need to be commented on.”
him no jail time. Otherwise, he’d be doing his coaching, and smiling, from a prison cell.
What bothers me even more than the Giants bringing Bonds back into major league baseball, and Bonds’ attempts to fool everyone with his personality transplant, is the nauseating fawning over Bonds in which some commentators are engaging. Listening to Stephen A. Smith and Skip Bayless on ESPN’s First Take this morning, it sounded like they were talking not about Bonds, but about some super-being combination of Mother Theresa, Abraham Lincoln and Jonas Salk.
These guys have less integrity than Bonds.