I suppose if George W. Bush can operate in secret so can Barry Bonds.
Bonds and his team (not the Giants, but his lawyer and PR people) have figured that no news is good news and those rascally journalist just can't be trusted to walk the Bonds party line.
It is amazing how tight a grip Bonds has over the Giants. The owner, GM, manager and incredibly the team trainer all have little knowledge as to when Bonds will be back in leftfield or even if he plays again.
Instead, his lawyer, Michael Rains, the surgeon, Arthur Ting, his webmaster and, who knows, maybe son Nikolai (Does Bonds have some fascination with communism?) are the only souls with any information to the extent of his injury.
So it continues. Bonds, with the recent report that he was immobilized two weeks ago and feed antibiotics 24 hours a day, has upped the ante. It has been this blogs contention that Bonds will never play again. Couldn't he just say he's tired and hang 'em up?
This latest story smells of an intentional leak that leaves no middle ground and leaves the perception that Bonds has no choice but retire. The clue? A common and, by most standards, recoverable knee injury became three knee injuries to both knees and now has morphed, without any press or team scrutiny, into what the Bonds people says could be a life-threatened infection.
If his story is true, I say sign up those microbes eating his knees and put them on the mound. Preferably if they're lefthanded).
Friday, May 20, 2005
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Here's a new game you can play with your girlfriend when you watch the Giants....
You kiss her on the strikes.
She kisses you on the balls.
Would ya!
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