Malingering’s World

 
Barry Bonds is at 754 in his steroid laced attempt to break Hank Aaron’s home run record. This means 1 HR to tie, 2 HR to break. And he’ll be at Dodger Stadium on Tuesday-Thursday.

I am ambivalent in oh so many ways. First off, do I care if he used steroids? At the time they were illegal but not banned, and obviously he’s not alone in their use. Picking on him is like those jackasses who pick on me for apparently creating hate toward fat people, we’re all looking for a scapegoat. Then again, I hate cheaters about as much as I hate a woman in Uggs with asswriting and a Bluetooth in her ear. Secondly, should I care so much that he’s a sniveling whiny helpless arrogant prick? He’s doing his job, but he’s not likeable. Sometimes when I’m at work I think, “it doesn’t matter if people hate me, as long as I’m doing good work.” Should the same apply to Barry? He’s more of a role model than I am, but it is just a job. And lastly, what do I want to happen this week? Besides hoping that both of his legs fall off after contracting a rare and uncurable form of leprosy, do I want him to break it at Dodger Stadium? Obviously we don’t want it to go down in the record books as HR # 756 being hit against the Dodgers. But Dodger Stadium is the one place that will resist any semblance of celebration. Say he does hit it there. He will be booed incessantly. People will throw shit at him. Signs and banners and Cheater jerseys will fill the stadium in untimate disrespect. If breaking the record is inevitable, isn’t this the best way for it to happen? I’m not sure. But I will be there Wednesday and Thursday to see him play against our weakest pitchers, so if it’s going to happen you can be sure as hell I won’t miss it.   

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