Hobo Humpin’ Slobo Bonds

The two biggest global newsmakers of the past week were undoubtedly Slobodan Milosevic, the disgraced former Serbian leader, and Barry Bonds, the disgraced current slugger for the San Francisco Giants. One of them passed away last week. The other is under such intense scrutiny, he probably wishes he’d met the same fate. Shame, Barry, shame. […]

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Roid Rage

The other day I pointed out the latest example of Barry Bonds’ selfish, callous behavior. When asked what the government should do about steroids, Bonds had the audacity to shield his Macy’s Thanksgiving Day-sized head behind Hurricane Katrina. “We’re the United States. We have a crisis here that everybody needs to start contributing to. Not […]

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Royals Flushed

Paging Arthur Bryant’s – the Kansas City Royals are cooked. If parents out there are worried about the effects of steroids on the national pastime, may I suggest a trip to a Kansas City Royals game? Because if there’s any group of players out there who clearly can’t spell stanozolol, much less inject it in […]

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World of Shame

In its infinite wisdom, baseball, apparently taking a hint from that grand spectacle of athletics known as “futbol,” has decided that the 2005 Home Run Derby ought to feature an “international flavor.” Eight hitters will step up to the plate tonight, each from a different country that the average baseball fan couldn’t find on a […]

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Stop the Presses! Controversy Ahoy!

Go right ahead, I don’t mind. This column will make your blood boil, your liver quiver, and your hair turn white overnight. You will be outraged, perturbed, upset, freaked out. You will send outraged emails to E$PN, you will call your local affiliates and demand the immediate cancellation of ABC shows. Go for it. I […]

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Bagman Begins.

He probably carried his own bags. That’s the kind of guy a guy like Alex Sanchez is: a bag-carrier. A bagman. Bagged. Alex Sanchez was bagged the other day by the lousiest team in the east, the Tampa Bay Devil Worshippers–er, um, I mean Devil Rays. I guess. Because, honestly, if they were prancing around […]

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