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Of Humane Bondage
Since Bonds already has his own PR man, masseur and flex guy, maybe he should assemble a team of statisticians to document his postseason performance for Pittsburgh. This would provide excellent reading material for Barry in his recliner. Those rotten playoff numbers tell you all you need to know about Bonds.
Last summer my husband, our 10-year-old son, Aran, and I were lucky enough to visit the Giants' locker room at Pac Bell Park before an afternoon game. To our utter surprise, Bonds stopped to have a few words with Aran and pose for a photograph (and was quite patient while I fumbled with the camera). As he was about to leave, he gave Aran his batting gloves. Needless to say it was a day and a moment our son will never forget.
I was a Giants teammate of Bonds's for three years and saw firsthand what Reilly wrote about. What Reilly didn't write about was Barry's toughness. He plays every day. Even when Barry was hurting, he was not only on the field but also kicking butt. There were no excuses offered, no injuries hidden behind.
Other things I remember about Barry: his picking up huge checks at restaurants, embarrassing a magician at a team party by yelling out the secret to every trick he had, getting down on his hands and knees and playing with my then four-year-old daughter at a kid's birthday party and telling me, "She's the cutest little girl I've ever seen in my life!" So Rick, Barry isn't a villain in a Hollywood movie. There's good and bad in everyone. He wasn't the perfect teammate, but he's not a phony. He is who he is. More power to him—hopefully enough to get him to 71.
Watch Your Language
I noticed in the scouting report for the Falcons that they had drafted Alge Crumpler, whom the scout said was possibly the best tight end to come out of college in a decade, and that this was the only improvement Atlanta had made during the off-season. Farther down the page Crumpler was not even listed as the starting tight end. Call me a moron, but if you draft the best tight end in a decade and he's the only significant improvement you've made to your team, don't you want to use him?
Not So Little League
As a Peace Corps volunteer running a sports program in Latin America, I saw rampant cheating on birth certificates. Players use their brother's papers or have new ones made for $10 or $20. Many fathers wait two years before registering their sons' births. On my first Little League team, I allowed only true 10- to 12-year-olds to play but soon learned what I was up against when the pitcher for our first opponent had a moustache. When I told the opposing manager, "That guy can't be 12," he said, "S�, tiene doce a�os. Tiene papeles." (Yes, he is 12. He has papers.)