It seems that Barry Bonds' thus-far pitiful 2006 performance has caused some of his detractors to turn all nancy-like. The sports bloggers extraordinaire at Deadspin discuss why they have even taken some measure of pity on Barry:We don’t have the gumption to boo him anymore. It’s not that we don’t think he’s a jerk anymore, or don’t feel betrayed that he broke countless baseball records while taking enough steroids to kill a horse. It’s just that the time when he is most hated happens to coincide with the point of his largest vulnerability.Wow, it does seem kind of jerky to kick a man when he's down. What to do? I followed my gut and took guidance from the wise words of Sensei Kreese: We do not train to be merciful here, mercy is for the weak. A man confronts you in the street he is your enemy. An enemy deserves no mercy.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that I was not alone. Unbeknownst to me, elsewhere in the blogosphere, the Bringer of Doom and I were simpatico. They have an apocryphal theory that each homerun Bonds hits brings us closer to armageddon. To those who would ease up on Barry: you ignore the apocalypse at your peril.
Season Opener, '06: Sweep the leg, San Diego!
