What you see as the title to this post is what the kids are calling an
“emoticon”. This emoticon in particular represents a most nihilistic
and defeatist yawn — a yawn so stretched and bored, so laggard and
languid that it cannot be adequately expressed through the four-letter
This is what happens when I see Barry Bonds in the news again.
Are there really any more surprises left in this drawn-out saga of a tale? Were there really any surprises to begin with regarding Bonds’ overtly obvious transmutation from skinny dude with loads of talent to Markus Ruhl wannabe who happens to swing a bat?
At this point… does anyone really care?
Methenolone, nandrolone, exogenous testosterone, dehydroepiandrosterone, epitestosterone, shouldireallygiveahootsterone.
If only Barry would have heeded the warnings set forth by his trainer and confidant, the late great Sergei Akmudov:
Finally, we have come to the point where self-inflicted mutilation is certainly more interesting than any Bonds story to date.
Don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.