After last night’s profound disappointment — I’m talking about the absence of Barry Bonds, even as a pinch-hitter, not the final result of the game — the needle on my Barry-O-Meter twitched violently towards “Jumped the Shark.”
Let me rant a bit: You know what’s almost as annoying as the anti-Bonds carping by people like Mike Lupica and lesser-known but equally dim bulbs, like this guy? The knee-jerk pro-Bonds defensiveness of many Giants fans. In some people’s eyes, Bonds has turned into Joan of Arc, misunderstood, maligned by the powers that be, and ultimately martyred.
Whatever you think of the way the Giants “fired” Bonds, it’s been a mutually beneficial 15 years. The Giants get a new stadium, one of the most competitive franchises in baseball until 2004, and 3 million fans a year. Barry gets his own rules, his own comfy chair, his own entourage, unmitigated adulation at home, the home-run record, and, oh yeah, $170 million or something. Not bad for a paranoid, complex, spoiled, supremely talented man-child who has admitted that he doesn’t believe half the things he says. Don’t cry for me, San Francisco.
Let’s not make him into something he isn’t — like a martyr. He’s a beautiful, awesome, fearsome baseball player, and he’s helped my team win a lot of games. Now that my team isn’t winning games and Bonds seems barely interested, I’m over it. Cold? Maybe. Cruel? Again, no martyrdom please. Here’s a guy who knows the fans want to pay respects. Hell, half the bleachers were chanting “We want Barry!” at various times past the fifth inning. Would it have been hard to talk Bochy into a plate appearance? Or, OK, let’s say the toe really really hurt. How about popping out of the dugout between innings for a wave and acknowledgement? Yeah, yeah, that’s not how Barry rolls. Oh, except when he’s expressing a “deep connection” in his statements on his Web site.
I have defended Bonds on various fronts — I’ve even played the race card. But after last night, I have to admit I’m looking forward to a Giants team without Bonds next year even though, barring a miracle, it will doom them to another year of feeble offensive output and likely more heartache of the Matt “Lucky” Cain variety. (Hat tip to this guy for the nickname.)
I’m looking forward to it even though, knowing the Giants karma, Bonds will play 120 games for the Padres and learn how to hit home runs at Petco Park — mostly against the Giants. (Laugh, ha-ha, funny? This guy doesn’t think Bonds-to-Pads such a longshot.)
I’m looking forward to it even though it means the end of the daily joy of watching the best hitter of our generation. With proper rest and feeding and adulation, Bonds is still a prime-time player. Even Padre GM Kevin Towers, no dummy, thinks so. Did you catch this quote?
"There will be a market for him. He'd be a pretty nice DH to have in the middle of your lineup, and it would allow him to play a few more years. I think someone will give him that opportunity. He's still an offensive force and still a pretty good defensive player if he's healthy."
So, what, am I crazy? Have I joined the Hate Squad? No. I’m just ready for something new. A team with Bonds in the middle of it, missing days after nights, mysteriously disappearing when even a pinch-hit walk could change the course of a game, getting creakier as the season wears on, that doesn’t feel fun to me. Neither does losing 100 games, I guess. But sometimes it’s more fun to jump into the unknown and see what happens. That’s my approach to 2008 until further notice — such as the news that Bonds will return next year for $5 million and the contractual obligation to pinch-hit when asked.
If the Giants are 20 games out at the All-Star break next year and I’m threatening to jump off the Golden Gate Bridge, please print this post out and bring it to me.
Honestly, I don't know how you have the fortitude to still care about this team.
The end of Bonds means the end of the team that took you that close to winning the World Series. And it's the triumph of the team that was so arrogant they pissed it all away.
Pittsburgh, Baltimore, Kansas City and Tampa. Those are the only teams that have won fewer games over the last three seasons than the Giants. Those teams don't have one single fan who's hanging on anything the team does tonight.