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Last year this time was such a proud time personally in the context of baseball. I couldn’t help but to smile for Barry Bonds broke the career home run record set by the great Hank Aaron. My only regret was not documenting the moment with my children.
I’d texted a couple of writers with “Happy Barry Bonds Day” and rejoiced with others who were very familiar with the Bay. It didn’t bother me Bud Selig had the look of a cheap department store mannequin as Barry rounded the bases. The raucous applause of the Pacific Bell Park (now AT&T Park) faithful had to sting Bud just enough but I’m sure he thought to himself that it would all be over soon.
Unfortunately, his hypothetical thoughts were right.
Dave Zirin wrote in May of this year: “All traces of Bonds, the greatest player in baseball history, have vanished from the Bay. The left-field wall no longer carries an image of Bonds chasing Hank Aaron for the crown. There is no marker of where Bonds hit home run number 756. There is no reminder that Bonds ever even wore a Giants uniform.”
Peter Magowan, who is set to retire as managing partner of the Giants on October 1, signed Bonds to a 6 year, 43.5 million dollar contract in 1992 before the new ownership took over in San Francisco. What was the biggest contract in baseball history at the time seems like a bargain now doesn’t it?
He’s deemed as saving San Francisco baseball, but who in fact really put in the work?
Barry and that’s why they love him in San Fran, for they told him so just yesterday.
We don’t know just how much Bud Selig was in Magowan’s ear obviously, but you know damn well Bud hated that Magowan was protecting his interests even as the steroid scandal gave baseball a financial windfall it still feeds off incessantly today. I’d surmise Bud forced Magowan’s hand to eliminate mention of Barry in the name of hypocritical baseball “integrity”.
Now, as Bonds remains unemployed after the team he made rich kicked him unceremoniously off the team, we wait…
we wait as many athletes creep, white lines dollar bill crease as the media turns the other way like it’s OK…
’cause in the end they only see their sons…
but not for Barry…
for he’s definitely not their son. If he was they would look past the indecency that’s embedded in a lot of us. Not in this case; they’d rather punch him in his face with a 20 year rabbit punch pace. First it was the surliness, then it was the Pittsburgh contract that they gave to Andy Van Slyke (who, what?), then it was he was a bad teammate and now PEDs?
we wait for jealously and envy to cease.
We wait and watch as many presumed PED users hit striped socked homers without a fan and media peep like they are Mitchell Report sound asleep.
We wait and watch real fake mustaches paint the Bronx sky a cruel shade of don’t blame George hypocrisy as the bomber’s chances of returning to the post season for the first time in a decade plus falls ridiculously by the New York second.
We wait and watch as yet another Black hero takes the brunt for another American defense mechanism. A defense mechanism of intrusion, unmitigated exclusion and Bud Selig propagates hatred confusion–but not.
But yet we wait and watch as through it all Black kids run from the game and the opportunistic dream that comes with it.
Why are our heroes slighted?
Do you want Blacks to play the game or not Bud?
You must not, or all this bitchass media and sheepish fan friendly collusion would stop.
You would think that writers would want Barry in the game because it would give them something to write about, but this is more about you Bud huh?
You walk, they follow. I will always find it incredulous that Bud Selig has escaped any serious and credible blame through all of this but it speaks of the people and their wishes.
And yet he comes back to the San Francisco applause of a number 25 dream. A dream of the best all around hitter since Hank, his godfather, Ted and Josh before that.
I want to feel it in my soul again. I want to hear the thunderous sounds of Barry’s cleats kicking up dirt in Tommy Lasorda’s face. I want to hear the distinctive crack of the bat that only Buck O’Neil knows. I want to see Barry’s timing mechanism soul model a generation of kids. Kids that cock to the left his San Francisco lid who shout and fight and laugh and gasp and clap for the biggest name since Babe ran through Sugar Hill and helped close with lightening speed a baseball racial gap.
‘Cause we see…
we see the blatant racism culminating through the impressionable offspring veins of the Bobby Baseballs who long to keep Barry out the hall because the one mark of 3000 hits he hasn’t cracked.
Baseball, I cannot give up on you despite the obvious contradictions you feed that seed the greed of the balding fan’s need for Barry to cease to succeed…
but yet and still the only way for that to happen is for YOU to ground his bat and pimp slap his back outta sight and outta mind. Outta mind until time erases this time until a sign is future era shown for Barry to become like Ali and Hank’s kind.
This is not about the man, it’s about the young Black fan’s mind whose tangled primitive slave ship thoughts don’t unwind until he’s way past his prime and another inferior talent takes his place in line.
I repeat, this is not about the man for who gives the moral standard at hand the right to smudge judge his San Andreas fault sized line in the sand?
What has Barry done?
Did he disgrace you, mentally displace you because he doesn’t acknowledge you?
So in turn you choose to Willie Lynch him because you know the mark he’ll set will be unattainable like the water on Mars you so seek?
Do you know how foolish this is? Do you know how stupid you look? Do you understand the pink socks and flip flops you put on your sons by blatantly engaging in this childish and whining behavior by publicly ostracizing a baseball player?
Again, a baseball player?
Barry’s a BASEBALL PLAYER!
So the Tampa Bay Devil Rays think they have it locked up that much to not employ the greatest overall player (Sorry Jr.) of our generation because they can’t handle the distraction?
So Boston, who just got rid of Manny foolishly, doesn’t have the balls to stick Barry in the outfield even though he would have the green monster at his Black back?
Houston, I won’t even mention you.
Yet you call him old…
Yeah he’s old…like Barry Sanders old.
Take the top twenty home run hitters and add up their intentional walks and compare them to Barry’s.
How many home runs would the cat have hit? 1000? Base his walks–both intentional and unintentional intentional–on his home run per at bat and the numbers right now would be more astounding then then already are.
Do you understand this man hit 28 homers in basically half the at bats of a normal player’s season?
Do you understand that in 2004 he hit 45 homers in 373 at bats? In a 600 at bat season, what the hell does that translate to? Do the math yourself because after all you do consider yourself smarter than us right?
This is the most incredible omission ever in the history of sports and all you dumb ass Black writers who me boss capitulate behind the not so influential pack just to keep a job you most likely won’t have when their nephews graduate anyway?
I must stop now because this will become something it’s not. Just think this all started with a little kid running around in the Candlestick Park outfield as his father became Jay-Z’s 40/40 futuristic dream, his godfather became legendary yeah I missed two years because of the war mean and as his cousin Reggie blasted three into the New York night two consecutive Tommy Lasorda teams?
So they all caught mad wreck and you wonder why he hates you and is robotic despondent to most humans at the quickest slight?
All Barry wanted to do was play baseball with all that damn talent, but you Albert Belle poked his Pop and prodded and kicked and spit–like a bitch–and real fake syringe his caricature stuck to the point you are actually surprised he doesn’t give a ….?
I thought as much…
G’damnit you all suck!
But you still sit him…
because you know that through all of this…he’ll still hit ’em.