Baseball fans have voted Barry Bonds into the National League starting lineup for the All-Star Game, and I say, here-here.
I’m no Bonds fan, not anymore, not after what he’s done and how he’s behaved. But he belongs in the All-Star Game. Frankly, he belongs in the All-Star Game more than he belongs in a regular-season game.
The All-Star Game is exhibition. Mere window dressing. A beauty pageant. A chance for fans to see a spectacle, all the big names of the sport, dressed in their own squad uniforms, sharing a field.
Bonds will spice this All-Star Game, especially since it’s in his home city, San Francisco, the last place on Earth he’s not despised.
Even Bonds’ haters will be glad to see him. The All-Star Game has lost its zip in the last decade. Bonds will add much-needed spice to the midsummer classic. I’m glad he’s there.
Cut pounds of stomach fat every week by using this 1 weird old tip.