All the posturing, all the glamour, all the crap.
He's Barry Freakin' Bonds. No wonder he wouldn't cut his hair.
Take one part sarcasm, one part bitterness, one part irony, and mix in a big bowl of I don't give a crap. Bake at 102 degrees for one minute.
My takes on the Chicago Cubs. Short. Sweet. Cardinals Suck...