-
Follow us on Twitter @buckeyeplanet and @bp_recruiting, like us on Facebook! Enjoy a post or article, recommend it to others! BP is only as strong as its community, and we only promote by word of mouth, so share away!
- Thread starter bucknut74
- Start date
Upvote
0
OH10
*
My thoughts exactly. He assumes that people who are attacking Barry Bonds are willing to let it slide for other people. Couldn't be further from the truth. Give me some more evidence than Haslett, and I'll gladly rip the 70s Steelers in the same manner. McGwire gets no free pass from me. He's a cheater too.
Lebaretard needs to make assumptions in order to defend the indefensible Barry Bonds.
Upvote
0
7 45 33 48
All-American
That article is coming from the same guy who said that Bonds was better then Ruth and the only reason he could come up with is that Ruth played with a bunch of slow white guys.
Upvote
0
Bucktastic
Troy Smith for HEISMAN
March 8, 2006 -- TAMPA - Barry Bonds' shame is complete now, his disgrace permanent, his infamy eternal. Bonds officially has assumed the title of baseball's greatest scourge, a cheater and a liar whose misdeeds now bookend his misanthropy as his greatest dual, and dueling, legacies.
He cannot run away this time. He cannot summon crocodile tears and play the victim, or plant one of his children in front of the cameras to try to deflect the slings and arrows of public scorn. He cannot sneer at the devil media and stir up that scalding pot, defiantly slaughtering the messenger.
Not now. Not this time. Not anymore.
They've got the goods on Barry now.
No hiding from any of it.
Mark Fainaru-Wada and Lance Williams are the reporters who broke all those BALCO stories in the San Francisco Chronicle beginning early last year, a net into which Jason Giambi and Gary Sheffield quickly became entangled. But as thick as the outrage was that attached itself to the Yankees' steroid stepchildren, they always have been guppies in the pond of performance enhancement. Bonds always was Moby Dick.
Last year, Fainaru-Wada and Williams took a sabbatical from the Chronicle to devote themselves even more completely to the greatest sports story of the new millennium. The result is "Game of Shadows," a book that will be released March 27, an excerpt of which appears in this week's Sports Illustrated, the contents of which are, in a word, staggering.
The book reveals a Bonds who jumped into the steroid septic tank with both feet after watching Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa capture America's attention in the summer of 1998 with their tag-team pursuit of Roger Maris' single-season home-run mark.
Fueled by jealousy, Bonds allegedly began ingesting junk as if he were first in line at the Sizzler buffet, a feast that included the designer steroids Cream and Clear, insulin, human growth hormone, testosterone decanoate (also known as Mexican beans), and trenbolone, a steroid that improves the muscle quality of cattle.
Bonds apparently wasn't shy about injecting, ingesting and applying ridiculous amounts of the stuff, either. Even the most devoted steroid fiends generally take a week or two off in between cycles of use; Bonds reportedly started anew whenever he felt his power begin to dip. When Greg Anderson, the man-Friday trainer who helped turn Bonds' body into a chem lab, warned him against this reckless habit, Bonds' reputed response was this: "[Bleep] off, I'll do it myself."
Bonds is no stranger to media carpet bombing, and his usual defense usually takes two tacks: I Didn't Know, and They Made It Up. The first was a sweeping insult to the intelligence of an entire nation; it wouldn't fly then and certainly will be grounded forever now. The second won't work, either, because the authors have a meticulously listed pile of sources and documents; they have him dead to rights.
Believe this: in a post-James Frey world, no book is published unless it's been lawyered to within an inch of its life.
If it's in there, it's solid. And it's murderous. The authors can't arrest him, or subpoena him, or guilt him out of baseball so he can disappear before the sacred numbers belonging to Babe Ruth and Henry Aaron do.
But they can hang him in the court of public opinion, and they have done that with an executioner's cold-blooded competence. This won't change Bonds, who has constantly shown a brazen disregard for what's right and what's wrong. If anything, it may solidify his resolve to keep going.
Still, if Bonds had any respect for decorum, for doing the right thing, he would announce his retirement immediately and vanish from sight. If he does that, perhaps those of us with Hall of Fame votes will be able to eventually delineate, in good conscience, Bonds' two careers: pre-juice, in which he hit 456 home runs and was the most complete player of his generation, and post-juice, when he became a cartoon character who helped bring the game to its knees.
Unlike Mark McGwire, whose entire legacy was supplied by a syringe, Bonds used to be a natural immortal. Go away now, we may remember that someday. Stay even one day longer, in the face of this new evidentiary mountain, and pay the piper - forever.
It's his choice. Maybe for once in his life, he can make the right one. [email protected]
http://www.nypost.com/sports/62840.htm
<!--OAS Middle-->
He cannot run away this time. He cannot summon crocodile tears and play the victim, or plant one of his children in front of the cameras to try to deflect the slings and arrows of public scorn. He cannot sneer at the devil media and stir up that scalding pot, defiantly slaughtering the messenger.
Not now. Not this time. Not anymore.
They've got the goods on Barry now.
No hiding from any of it.
Mark Fainaru-Wada and Lance Williams are the reporters who broke all those BALCO stories in the San Francisco Chronicle beginning early last year, a net into which Jason Giambi and Gary Sheffield quickly became entangled. But as thick as the outrage was that attached itself to the Yankees' steroid stepchildren, they always have been guppies in the pond of performance enhancement. Bonds always was Moby Dick.
Last year, Fainaru-Wada and Williams took a sabbatical from the Chronicle to devote themselves even more completely to the greatest sports story of the new millennium. The result is "Game of Shadows," a book that will be released March 27, an excerpt of which appears in this week's Sports Illustrated, the contents of which are, in a word, staggering.
The book reveals a Bonds who jumped into the steroid septic tank with both feet after watching Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa capture America's attention in the summer of 1998 with their tag-team pursuit of Roger Maris' single-season home-run mark.
Fueled by jealousy, Bonds allegedly began ingesting junk as if he were first in line at the Sizzler buffet, a feast that included the designer steroids Cream and Clear, insulin, human growth hormone, testosterone decanoate (also known as Mexican beans), and trenbolone, a steroid that improves the muscle quality of cattle.
Bonds apparently wasn't shy about injecting, ingesting and applying ridiculous amounts of the stuff, either. Even the most devoted steroid fiends generally take a week or two off in between cycles of use; Bonds reportedly started anew whenever he felt his power begin to dip. When Greg Anderson, the man-Friday trainer who helped turn Bonds' body into a chem lab, warned him against this reckless habit, Bonds' reputed response was this: "[Bleep] off, I'll do it myself."
Bonds is no stranger to media carpet bombing, and his usual defense usually takes two tacks: I Didn't Know, and They Made It Up. The first was a sweeping insult to the intelligence of an entire nation; it wouldn't fly then and certainly will be grounded forever now. The second won't work, either, because the authors have a meticulously listed pile of sources and documents; they have him dead to rights.
Believe this: in a post-James Frey world, no book is published unless it's been lawyered to within an inch of its life.
If it's in there, it's solid. And it's murderous. The authors can't arrest him, or subpoena him, or guilt him out of baseball so he can disappear before the sacred numbers belonging to Babe Ruth and Henry Aaron do.
But they can hang him in the court of public opinion, and they have done that with an executioner's cold-blooded competence. This won't change Bonds, who has constantly shown a brazen disregard for what's right and what's wrong. If anything, it may solidify his resolve to keep going.
Still, if Bonds had any respect for decorum, for doing the right thing, he would announce his retirement immediately and vanish from sight. If he does that, perhaps those of us with Hall of Fame votes will be able to eventually delineate, in good conscience, Bonds' two careers: pre-juice, in which he hit 456 home runs and was the most complete player of his generation, and post-juice, when he became a cartoon character who helped bring the game to its knees.
Unlike Mark McGwire, whose entire legacy was supplied by a syringe, Bonds used to be a natural immortal. Go away now, we may remember that someday. Stay even one day longer, in the face of this new evidentiary mountain, and pay the piper - forever.
It's his choice. Maybe for once in his life, he can make the right one. [email protected]
http://www.nypost.com/sports/62840.htm
<!--OAS Middle-->
Upvote
0
Verducci basically said Bonds was guilty as sin... and equated it to Pete Rose... never admitting guilt but the evidence is blinding.. that he has a vote for HOF... and he'd probably never vote for Bonds... implied that if baseball had any gonads, they'd intervene and slam this one... but that MLB is gutless and won't... that all Bonds stats should be reviewed and probably removed... that he should not be permitted to surpass the stars of the game (Ruth/Aaron)
He was very blunt.. he'd be a fab TV person... he doesn't try to show off to everyone how great he is... he's all business... and he's all for the betterment of baseball
Upvote
0
sandgk
Watson, Crick & A Twist
Well I read it differently, he wasn't trying to don the mantle of a pharmacist. I looked at it as a thin end of the wedge argument.
He was stating (correctly) that without the cortisone Gibson isn't even walking wounded - let alone chipping the ball out of the park for a walk-off homer, and thus making for one of the great moments in sports history. Without the (alleged
) 'roid use Bonds doesn't hit homers like he is on the Moon. The mechanism of action isn't that important to his argument, though the latter is clearly deemed unacceptable, while the former remains fairly common practice throughout many sports (and in civilian life).All that said I think Piney has made the best point of anyone on the pro-Bonds side of the argument. It may be an unpopular position, but it is true, Bonds was doing nothing explicitly forbidden by Baseball in using the performance enhancing materials at the time of the Home Run chases in the late 90's. I (and others) may not like that truth, but as it is true how can you then impose a HOF ban using a rule retroactively?
Upvote
0
He could, but he won't. They know what kind of lawyers he can afford.
Interesting now to think about the HOF...everyone really enjoyed trashing guys like Fred McGriff who put up good numbers, but not the kind of inflated numbers that geeked-up jabronis like Bonds put up. So who gets in...Bonds and McGwire and Sosa, guys like McGriff, or both?
Upvote
0
