Barry Bonds...enough already

I promise that this blog will consist of things other than sports- I swear it will. Really. But since we're on the topic, there are many athletes that I can't stand. There is probably one in each sport that I can say is the one I hate the most. But unequivocally Barry Bonds is the single athlete that I wish was dead. He's breathing in air (even if it is San Franciscan) that could be used for someone who deserves it.

So he failed an amphetamines test-- meaning he used them, which by the way is illegal in baseball now (well, sort of-- you get a warning and are subject to monthly tests for 6 months-- what happens in the 7th month?). He's a cheater, plain and simple. He's a loser. I would like to offer some advice to each and every pitcher that will face Bonds this year. You don't have to get him out, you don't have to intentionally walk him. Do you really want to make facing Bonds easier? Then there's one solution. Bean him. Fastball. Direct to the melon. I'm not saying just hit him in the leg, or the back, go for the FACE (actually aim for the neck or shoulder he'll be more likely to turn his head into it then).

Now, I don't normally advise people to harm others (there are exceptions). This is one of those exceptions. He's hurting a great game. Why hit him? Because he's old-- he'll eventually get injured and won't be able to recover. If he does recover, he's cheating so then you can suspend him. All Hank Aaron fans will be happy- that record won't be broken. Now, I do admit this will put Bonds's name in the record book (for most HBP). That's ok, he won't be forgotten as it is, so you may as well link him to something that ends his career. Oh wait, he already has. His stats stopped counting when he put on that 25 extra pounds of muscle.