Why aren't all the Bonds haters bringing the same mahem to the teams who moved their fences in to make them more "hitter-friendly" during the years? Why not chastise commish Selig for changing the ball around to toy with homer number stats?
The Bonds-hater gal ends the haterade-sposored diatribe, "...To mark the day that a baseball is just a baseball again."
Through the years, baseballs, ballparks and ball players went through so many changes, it's laughable that all the woes of the baseball world are pinned to one man who allegedly did what others amittedly did but just happened to be the best at it?
Baseball "purists" remind me of certain brides with pasts who wear all-white at their wedding. What is "pure" anymore, really?
I swear to God, I like both of these movies, but if some of these Page 2 assholes don't stop trying to live off of Shawshank Redemption and Napoleon Dynamite references, I may very well claw my own eyes out.
Good luck putting an asterisk on that ball, Mary. Bonds nearly always waits to hit landmark HR's at home. You'd be snatched bald by the time you could even think about busting out a Sharpie.
Why does Mary think her arm would be attached to her body long enough to perform a 15-step ball-ruining ritual? Her half was the dumbest thing I've ever read.
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