By Joel Warner
By Michael Roberts
By Alan Prendergast
By Michael Roberts
By Michael Roberts
By Amber Taufen
By Patricia Calhoun
By William Breathes
"Barry bin Ladin" is right. Shame on you for trying to defend a human being as detestable as Barry Bonds. It has nothing to do with being a baseball fundamentalist that we detest such players, but everything to do with the fact that Bonds, and those who act the way he does, are ugly people. Decent human beings inspire us whether they are professional athletes or not.
Are you kidding me, saying Bonds plays hard? He is a selfish player who could not care less for anyone, including his teammates. Bonds has no respect for fans, either. He doesn't give back to the game; he doesn't even give back to his first family. I remember the eighty-year-old man who waited in line for an hour in the summer heat of Atlanta for an autograph, and Bonds signed his name "John Doe." Bonds will blame, and Bonds will make excuses, but you will not hear him apologize, even when he drops a one-handed catch. That's the type of human being that Bonds is.
Bringing out the indiscretions of past ballplayers is no way to win an argument when it comes to Bonds. Babe Ruth, the greatest baseball player ever, may have liked to drink whiskey and spend his time flitting about with women, but that didn't keep him from being great for kids -- no matter where he went around the world -- and great for the game of baseball. Perhaps Bonds can be compared to Pete Rose insofar as his teammates hate him and would never come to his defense. Rose nearly single-handedly destroyed the game of baseball, and Bonds, the cancer that he is, has been enough to keep me and a lot of others away from the ballpark when he comes to town, unless, of course, the game is played after the All-Star break, when I can assume that Bonds will be taking the day off (to recuperate from the strenuous activities of the Mid-Summer Classic), as he has done in years past.
Bonds may be the best left-fielder in the history of the game, but let us not forget Ted Williams's six years in the military. Don't even get me started on Rickey Henderson, who can often be found in the clubhouse playing cards during games. I hope you enjoy watching Bonds next season when he plays for your precious New York Yankees. I'm sure they'll regard him as the greatest left-fielder of all time, and not the selfish, loathsome person that he is.
He screams, we all scream: I think I have the answer for the Rockies ball team. Instead of having Buddy Bell jump and scream in the faces of umpires on close plays, just have him jump up and down and scream in the face of O'Dowd every time he makes a bad decision.
What an example Bell makes for young sports fans, getting kicked out of seven games in one month. The young kids playing ball think it is cool to jump up and down and scream in the umpire's face. The answer: Get rid of Bell!!
Give me liberty:Patricia Calhoun's recent columns on the airport, most recently "Life in the Slow Lane," in the October 25 issue, prompt these comments: First, women who claim they would not mind being frisked do not address the issue that some women object to such treatment regardless of the claim of the additional security afforded. No proof for such actions preventing any crime has ever been offered, so any suggestions that this is the case are groundless. Should we also allow testicular searches when "the wand" detects something in the groin area?
Few can doubt that many of our supposed rights are being compromised, if not completely removed. The irony is that we allowed it to be done so easily without the supposed whimper that should accommodate so great a passing.
The second issue regards our "patriots" who buy the American flag and other paraphernalia to demonstrate their "support" of those who died in the September 11 attacks. Such support is cheap: $15 for some plastic flags that attach to your SUV? This proves what?
I was in college during the Vietnam War and had a friend, a hippie, beaten by some construction workers who were working on the very school we were attending. In a sense, they were attacking the same people who paid their wages. During the Vietnam War (an undeclared war often referred to as a police action), there were many clashes like this. The construction workers were spouting such slogans as "America, love it or leave it." I'm serious.
Is anyone fooled by such simplistic behavior? If I tell a friend who is grieving for a lost relative, "My heart goes out to you," what have I really done except pay lip service? Should real patriotism be so cheap? Do we really look at the flag-wavers and swell with pride or, like me, do you wonder about the intentions of those selling such cheap trinkets and those who believe they actually mean something? If this is still not clear, see if these are the same people who, in the spirit of patriotism, are buying gas masks and anthrax medicine so they can survive while their American neighbors die because the patriots are hoarding these for their own selfish survival.