Barry Bonds and his massive head have been indicted by a grand jury for perjury and obstruction of justice and could face 30 years in prison for being a fatheaded, holier-than-thou liar. I don’t think I could have handled another season of watching Bonds go from ballpark to ballpark, lying to reporters, lying to his fans and lying to Major League Baseball. And Bonds thought that he could lie his way through testimony to a federal grand jury in California when he claimed under oath that he never knowingly took performance-enhancing drugs. The only downside to Bonds’ indictment is that it didn’t happen before last August, when he broke Hank Aaron’s legendary career home run record. While I know in America we are supposed to presume innocence before a defendant is proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt, in the case of Barry Bonds, I never ever presumed him anything but a liar who thought he was smarter than everyone else. You don’t need to be a piss test to know that Bonds abused performance-enhancing drugs. Let’s ignore the fact that according to the San Francisco Giants equipment manager and published in the book “Game of Shadows,” his jersey went from a size 42 to 52 and his shoe sized jumped from a 10 1/2 to a 13 since joining the San Francisco Giants in 1993. Let’s ignore the fact that his trainer Greg Anderson, who has been suspected to have fed Bonds a steady diet of designer steroids since 1998, has sat in jail for over a year for refusing to testify against Bonds. Let’s ignore the fact that in 2001, when Bonds broke the single-season home run record, his total of 73 exceeded his previous or future high by 24 home runs. Let’s ignore the fact that he won his first batting title at 38, broke the single-season records for home run, slugging percentage, walks and intentional walk all over the age of 37 and has more home runs since turning 40 than any other player in the history of the game (74). You can even ignore the fact that his personal trainer plead guilty to conspiracy to distribute steroids and sentenced to jail time. With all of that ignored, all you have to do is look at the size of Barry Bonds’ head. Seriously. All you need is a pair of eyes to know that a head so large doesn’t come from eating veggies and working out. It’s remarkable that it took prosecutors 4 years to find enough evidence to indict Bonds. I hope this is the last chapter of the Barry Bonds story. It’s not that he singlehandedly cheapened baseball’s record books, because surely it wasn’t only Bonds on the juice. And it’s not that he’s a cheater. I hope Barry Bond goes away forever (after he goes to prison) because he’s such a horrible person. He’s one of these liars who lies and lies and lies and when he gets caught, instead of doing what some players did, like Jason Giambi, and admitting to steroid use and moving on his life, Bonds just continues to lie. While his head might be the size of a watermelon, Barry Bonds is, and always has been, a big baby. And like a baby, he belongs in a confined space protected by bars.
Bonds Indicted for Perjury
Barry Bonds and his massive head have been indicted by a grand jury for perjury and obstruction of justice and could face 30 years in prison for being a fatheaded, holier-than-thou liar. I don’t think I could have handled another season of watching Bonds go from ballpark to ballpark, lying to reporters, lying to his fans and lying to Major League Baseball. And Bonds thought that he could lie his way through testimony to a federal grand jury in California when he claimed under oath that he never knowingly took performance-enhancing drugs. The only downside to Bonds’ indictment is that it didn’t happen before last August, when he broke Hank Aaron’s legendary career home run record. While I know in America we are supposed to presume innocence before a defendant is proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt, in the case of Barry Bonds, I never ever presumed him anything but a liar who thought he was smarter than everyone else. You don’t need to be a piss test to know that Bonds abused performance-enhancing drugs. Let’s ignore the fact that according to the San Francisco Giants equipment manager and published in the book “Game of Shadows,” his jersey went from a size 42 to 52 and his shoe sized jumped from a 10 1/2 to a 13 since joining the San Francisco Giants in 1993. Let’s ignore the fact that his trainer Greg Anderson, who has been suspected to have fed Bonds a steady diet of designer steroids since 1998, has sat in jail for over a year for refusing to testify against Bonds. Let’s ignore the fact that in 2001, when Bonds broke the single-season home run record, his total of 73 exceeded his previous or future high by 24 home runs. Let’s ignore the fact that he won his first batting title at 38, broke the single-season records for home run, slugging percentage, walks and intentional walk all over the age of 37 and has more home runs since turning 40 than any other player in the history of the game (74). You can even ignore the fact that his personal trainer plead guilty to conspiracy to distribute steroids and sentenced to jail time. With all of that ignored, all you have to do is look at the size of Barry Bonds’ head. Seriously. All you need is a pair of eyes to know that a head so large doesn’t come from eating veggies and working out. It’s remarkable that it took prosecutors 4 years to find enough evidence to indict Bonds. I hope this is the last chapter of the Barry Bonds story. It’s not that he singlehandedly cheapened baseball’s record books, because surely it wasn’t only Bonds on the juice. And it’s not that he’s a cheater. I hope Barry Bond goes away forever (after he goes to prison) because he’s such a horrible person. He’s one of these liars who lies and lies and lies and when he gets caught, instead of doing what some players did, like Jason Giambi, and admitting to steroid use and moving on his life, Bonds just continues to lie. While his head might be the size of a watermelon, Barry Bonds is, and always has been, a big baby. And like a baby, he belongs in a confined space protected by bars.
