The Cubs won a solid game against the Giants tonight, which was largely overshadowed by the roided-up 8 foot gorilla in the room that was surprisingly good at hiding. But let's all stop kidding ourselves and admit that we knew all along Barry wasn't planning on playing tonight. If there's one thing we know about Barry it's this: He's a huge douchebag. While that may not apply to him not playing tonight, the second thing we know about him does. Barry wants everyone to love him, no matter how much he yells at the media. He wants to pretend that people don't know about his steroids and that the world is throwing flowers and palm branches at his feet. Barry is not stupid, so he knows that if he hits a monumental home run anywhere but the Bay, he will be booed for a solid 15 minutes. Therefore, Barry does not wish to play at our historical stadium. And that suits me just fine.
I considered compiling a list of things I hate about Barry Bonds, but I realized he is not deserving of the amount of effort that would take. Maybe I'll come up with something later if he actually plays and I have a lot of free time.
On a wholly unrelated note, Erin Andrews was at Wrigley tonight, reporting from the street where I stand in line to wait for good bleacher seats. All I need now is a red Ferrari to take to the game and a ticket for me and Ms. Andrews, and then my personal genie can retire in peace.
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