Just when you hope the Barry Bonds case might have gone away, it emerges from the murky depths, and spews forth more vile slime upon the baseball world. This time not only is it putrid, but idiotic as well.
Prosecutors are trying to submit recorded voice messages of Bonds’ former mistress, claiming that his verbal tirades towards her reveal ‘roid rage, and therefore proof that he was using steroids.
Really? Is that where this is going? A scorned mistress who taped conversations with her married boyfriend, who has a reputation for being a jerk to most he comes in contact with anyway? A woman who is willing to have an affair with a man, with no regard to the consequences it will have on that man’s wife and children, is a believable witness? That he yelled at her over the phone, and showed signs of male pattern baldness are what are going to prove he lied to congress?
Question: How do you distinguish ‘roid rage from someone who’s capable of acting like a complete self absorbed ass all on his own?
Question: How do you prove a guy would have had a full head of hair were it not for his reported steroid use?
Question: How do you trust the testimony of a woman who obviously has no moral fiber, no self respect, nor any reason not to portray her former sugar daddy, who shockingly mistreated her, in the poorest light?
I am not Barry Bonds defender in any way. I think he knowingly used PEDs, and lied about it. He already acknowledged he used “the clear” substance form BALCO used to administer steroids, although denied knowing what it was. So the debate of whether he used or not is moot. I have no sympathy for what happens to him, although I do believe MLB has shamefully allowed the players who saved their industry to swing in the wind, while their tacit approval, and looking the other way of what was going on goes unpunished.
An egomaniacal jackass yelling at his mistress, and suffering from male pattern baldness. Lock him up!
Although we all wish this would just go away, this sad circus is far from over. All we can do is grab a cotton candy, listen to the carney barkers, and watch the clowns continue to pile out of the mini car while the calliope music plays on.