so long, barry. thanks for being such a nice guy.
so wednesday night, i end up getting a call in the afternoon from my neighbor asking if i’m free and want to the final home game for barry bonds as a giant. i pretty much loathe bonds, but i love baseball, so i take him up on the offer. i get home and see that the tickets are actually row 1, right next to the giants’ bullpen mound. sweet.
the place is a madhouse of course, thousands of orange “thanks, barry!” signs everywhere since they’re handing them out at the gate. i’d have taken one if i’d had a sharpie to write a giant “no” on there. the left field bleachers are the heart of the action, with the night’s sole field bumrusher coming over the wall and not even getting to barry before 6 or 7 cops and security staff escort her to her bed for the night in the SF city lockup. the cops also diffuse a handful of near rumbles in this area as well, sending a few other fans packing. after riding the train with drunken asshole giants fans for 3+ years, i am frankly amused by the karmic retribution.
bonds went 0-3 and booted a couple balls defensively during the padres huge 5th inning, with only a deep fly out to center to thrill the fans. the game ended 11-3, with san diego crushing SF and keeping their own playoff hopes alive.
so long, juicy fruit. i hate the giants, but think they’ll be better off blowing that fat wad they pay you on some younger players who aren’t interested in their own stats and care to win some games.
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