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May 06, 2006
Poor Baby
Barry Bonds finally left the protection of his sheltered life on the west coast and came to the east yesterday. Philadelpha fans once booed Santa Claus; what did you think they were going to do to Juicy Juice?
Philly fans booed the cheating SOB mercilessly yesterday, doing what thousands of fish-taco eating, white wine sipping San Francisco fans should have been doing for the past couple of years at least. They let him have it, and never let him forget that no matter his numbers, he will never be accepted by the fans who love the game as the home run champion. A few even booed him when he was checking on an injured teammate, which I love (never take your foot off the throat when you have it), something Giants manager Felipe Alou whined about to the press.
"Barry went over there as a teammate and two or three fans booed him. I believe that was really cheap, very cheap," the manager said.
Well you know what, Felipe? We believe that it was 'really cheap, very cheap' of Bonds to juice up like a Florida orange in order to achieve numbers he doesn't deserve. We believe it was 'really cheap, very cheap' of Bonds to take an undeserving place next to Aaron, Ruth and Mays in the record books. We believe that it was 'really cheap, very cheap' of Bonds to perjure himself in front of a grand jury about all the juice he put into his system. And we're never going to let the cheating bastard forget it, either -- so you better get used to it.
In the meantime, this sign from Philly last night says it all.
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