This is the most interest I have ever had in racing. And by “most interest” I mean I looked at an image depicting faces of the “sport” for longer than 15 seconds.
I love watching people fall down as much as everyone else. It’s just a shame that this happened to our contestant. It’s still funny and all, just not AS funny.
I consider myself a neutral Bond’s guy. If he breaks Hank’s record in the upcoming weeks, hooray, if he breaks his leg next week and never picks a bat up again, oh well. This pass weekend, however, he poored more fuel onto the anti-Bonds fire. When asked whether he plans on donating any items to the Baseball Hall of Fame, Bond’s responded that he has to think of himself before all else (ie, “no”). Barry, they aren’t asking for HR # 756’s ball, or any other signifigant piece of memorabilia… they will take anything. Barry’s tone and demeanor would leave one to believe he was being asked to donate his first born or shriveled left nut to the Hall, when instead he was simply asked if he would donate ANYTHING.
Give the game that has given you everything you have something back; a baseball bat, a hat, a chewed up piece of gum, a pube stuck to your jockstrap, ANYTHING Barry.
There’s going to be a lonely wing in Cooperstown devoted to MLB’s home run king. That is, unless someone happens to follow Bond’s into the bathroom and captures a bit of his flatulence in a ziplock bag… I wonder what that would fetch on eBay.
