Why Baseball is No Longer the National Pastime
Monday, May 8th, 2006I guess the steroids have finally destroyed that last remnant of humanity from Barry Bonds:
PHILADELPHIA (AP) — Carlos Oliveras has a home run ball specially marked to assure authenticity.
It just doesn’t have Barry Bonds’ autograph as the slugger refused to sign the ball.
What a jerk. No wonder no one likes him; he’s classless. A true gentleman would have gladly signed the baseball and posed for pictures with the fan; it’s all a part of generating positive press for you, your team, and the league in general. As it is, he looks like a thug who doesn’t care abount anything but himself.
Bonds said no when he was asked at his news conference if he would sign the ball if a fan wanted an autograph. Moments later, when an official asked if there were any more questions, Oliveras piped up:
“Will you sign my ball?”
Bonds smirked and said nothing.
After his news conference, Bonds shook Oliveras’ hand and took a picture with him.
“I’m happy because I got a picture and he shook my hand,” he said.
There was one signature needed though. Oliveras had to sign a waiver for Bonds’ reality show.
It’s no wonder that most Americans look upon football as the national pastime these days rather than baseball. I stopped watching baseball years ago when some player started complaining that he couldn’t feed his family on three or four million dollars a year, and not a single player called him out on it. I’d love to earn three or four million dollars a year for standing out in a nice grass field, wearing sunglasses, and occasionally chasing after fly balls.
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