So Barry hit the big one. Once he decided he was to good to even try and break the record in San Diego, I had hoped he would be beaned mercilessly, forcing him to retire without ever breaking the record. I propose a toast to the next pitcher, whoever he is, to hit Barry Bonds.
He Won’t Get Hurt With All That Crap He Wears
August 8, 2007 · Leave a Comment
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