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Barry Bonds is a drug whore

Well, if authors Mark Fainaru-Wada and Lance Williams are to be believed.

Sports Illustrated is reporting that the men’s upcoming book, “Game of Shadows,” goes into painstaking detail of Bonds’ intricate, and lengthy, use of steroids. Bonds, they claim, began using them in 1998 – not coincidentally, the year that Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa were co-MVP’s and SI’s Men of the Year thanks to their home run onslaught – and took every type of steroid you can imagine. Pills, drops, cream, injections, you name it. He was even taking insulin. And they claimed that he screamed for his juice like a junkie jonesing for a fix.

The authors write that [Greg] Anderson started Bonds on Winstrol, also known as stanozolol, the longtime favorite steroid of bodybuilders, disgraced sprinter Ben Johnson and baseball player Rafael Palmeiro. In 100 days, Bonds packed on 15 pounds of muscle, and at age 35 hit home runs at the best rate of his career, once every 10.4 at bats. But he also grew too big, too fast. He tore his triceps tendon, telling [mistress Kimberly] Bell that the steroids “makes me grow faster, but if you’re not careful, you can blow it out.”

The book said Anderson and Bonds subsequently tweaked the program, adding such drugs as the steroid Deca-Durabolin and growth hormone, which allowed Bonds to retain his energy and physique without rigorous training. Not only did the growth hormone keep him fresh, but after complaining in 1999 about difficulty tracking pitches, he noticed it improved his eyesight as well.

Bonds added more drugs after the 2000 season, when Anderson hooked up Bonds with BALCO and its founder, [Stan] Conte, according to the authors. In addition to the Cream and the Clear, the steroids designed to be undetectable, Bonds took such drugs as Clomid, a women’s infertility drug thought to help a steroid user recover his natural testosterone production, and Modafinil, a narcolepsy drug used as a powerful stimulant.

Whereas Anderson’s drug acumen had been forged in the gym culture, Conte and his chemists brought Bonds to another level of sophistication, by prescribing him elaborate cocktails of drugs designed to be even more effective and undetectable. For instance, the authors write that in 2002, when Bonds won his fifth MVP Award and had a .700 on-base percentage in the World Series, he was fueled by meticulous three-week cycles in which he injected growth hormone every other day, took the Cream and the Clear in the days in between, and capped the cycle with Clomid. The cycle was followed by one week off. The authors write that Anderson usually administered the drugs to Bonds at Bonds’ home, using a needle to inject the growth hormone and a syringe without a needle to squirt the Clear under his tongue.

It was bad enough that no one believed Bonds when he claimed that he unknowingly took the cream and the clear after the BALCO investigation report leaked. But he’s toast now. Even if the whole thing is bunk – and given the detail of Bonds’ alleged regimen, this can’t all be bunk – everyone knows that the words of the accuser are always more powerful than the denial of the person accused. Bonds, of course, is going to deny that any of this is true; indeed, he walked away from a bunch of reporters that asked him about it, saying, “I won’t even look at (the book). There’s no need to.” But in his heart of hearts, he has to know that this story is not only going to hound him all year, but for the rest of his life.

Bonds can’t retire soon enough

I hate Barry Bonds. There, I said it. You all feel the same way, or most of you do, anyway. What’s not to hate? The guy uses steroids while chasing down one of the most sacred records in professional sports, denies ever using anything illegal, then tries to convince us that his steroid use was unintentional after his grand jury testimony was leaked to the press, bashes the media for reporting the story (“You all have dirt in your closets. Clean out your own closet before cleaning out someone else’s.”), and plays the victim in front of cameras while rehabbing his knee (“You guys [the media] wanted to hurt me bad enough, you finally got there. You wanted me to jump off a bridge, I finally have jumped. You wanted to bring me down, you’ve finally brought me and my family down.”).

And now, there’s this quote from Bonds in a recent USA Today article:

“I’m not playing baseball anymore after this. The game [isn’t] fun anymore. I’m tired of all of the [stuff] going on. I want to play this year out, hopefully win, and once the season is over, go home and be with my family. Maybe then everybody can just forget about me.”

I would love nothing better than to forget about Barry Bonds, but that ain’t happening. In fact, it looks like Bonds may not even retire after this season, despite the above quote. Bonds later “clarified” his statement to USA Today in a phone interview with MLB.com:

“If I can play [in 2007], I’m going to play; if I can’t I won’t. If my knee holds up, I’ll keep on going. I’m playing psychological games with myself right now. I don’t want to set myself up for disappointment if things don’t work out this season. So I go back and forth. Back and forth every day. These are the things that are going through my mind. This is what I’m struggling with.”

Do us all a favor, Barry: next time you go back, don’t bother coming forth. Just go away. I’d love to see him walk away before getting the seven homers he needs to pass Babe Ruth, but that’s a pipe dream. So let’s compromise: Get your 715 home runs, and then go away. Forever. Nobody wants to hear from you anymore. Nobody wants to see you whining to a bunch of reporters that they’re the reason you’re unhappy. Nobody wants to be subjected to these kinds of quotes anymore:

“Baseball is a fun sport. But I’m not having fun. I love the game of baseball itself, but I don’t like what it’s turned out to be. I’m not mad at anybody. It’s just that right now I am not proud to be a baseball player.”

If you’re not proud of being a baseball player, maybe you should look at some of the decision you’ve made throughout your career instead of blaming the sport, the media and the fans.

Baseball is what it is today because guys like Barry Bonds think they are bigger than the game. The only way to cure that is for guys like Barry Bonds to just walk away.

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