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Barry Bonds is at it again, and this time it’s all Mark Sweeney’s fault. Apparently Mark, jealous of Barry, like everyone else, slipped him some amphetamines out of spite. Just like Greg Anderson, who was rubbing what Barry thought was arthritic balm on his legs.

Listen, Barry. I don’t care about the steroid thing that much, because I think just about everyone in the last five years is guilty. But, c’mon. If I had someone rubbing “arthritic balm” on my legs, and I suddenly put on 100 pounds of muscle, I might have a few questions. If I went from hitting 40 homers to 70 homers, I might have a few questions. If I went from grounding my kids when they did something wrong, to beating the ever living piss out of them. . .

You get my point. Mark McGwire, Barry Bonds, Sammy Sosa — all of them. They should all be out of the Hall of Fame, at least until they admit it. Or at least stop blaming everyone else. Somewhere, Jose Canseco is smiling right now.