No Bail Bonds

Am I the only one who loves it when someone who has cheated and lied publicly for months and months is finally exposed?

Now, I have nothing personally against Jason Giambi (other than the fact that he's a Yankee), and while Barry Bonds is an insuferable ass, I can't blame him for any personal affront. After all, I'm not a member of the San Francisco or Pittsburgh sports press whom he's berated for his entire career. Or a teammate of his forced to endure his George W. Bush-esque sense of infallable entitlement and special treatment.

And I'm hardly a baseball fan. Actually, I'd shamefully consider myself a fair-weather Mets fan who really hates the Yankees more than I even like the sport.

But seeing these two preening prima donnas finally get their comeuppance is certainly sweet. Even if nothing happens to them financially (seeing as the players union would never allow fines or voiding a contract because a player used a substance that wasn't banned by the league when they used it) or their testicles don't fall to the ground like two bowling balls wrapped in sausage casing, their reputations will certainly suffer a sudden and feeble death.

And sure, Barry Bonds is still the greatest hitter who ever lived. It's not muscle mass that governs his sharp eye, impeccable timing and flawless swing. But if you think the juice didn't have something to do with a man hitting 73 homeruns all of a sudden late in his Hall of Fame career, then maybe you and Barry deserve each other.

Update: looks like Bonds denied using steroids, claiming that he used "substances" that he thought were nutritional supplements. And if Barry believes that, maybe he and Barry deserve each other.