Bonds, Schilling, and General Silliness

Oy. Where to begin. Seems Curt Schilling had some choice words to say about Barry Bonds on the radio the other day. Schilling’s manager, Terry Francona, wasn’t amused:

When I got my 11th e-mail, my buzzer was going off on my phone, and I finally got on and checked it and realized that for a guy that doesn’t talk much to the media, he sure does talk to the media.

How Francona manages to keep his sense of humor during this is beyond me, but good for him. Anyway, it gets better. Now Schilling has posted a public apology on his blog. I’m paraphrasing here, but the gist of it is, “blah blah blah.”

Of course, I’m being flippant. If I wanted this kind of nonsense, I’d watch MTV instead of baseball. Seriously, there’s a lot of garbage available for consumption. Let’s keep it out of our game, boys, shall we?

Meanwhile, Bonds inches closer to Hank Aaron’s all-time home-run record. I’ve said I would “celebrate” the chase by honoring Aaron, but lately I’ve been slacking in that regard. Frankly, the Bonds story no longer engages me in any way, which saddens me greatly. One of the most hallowed records in all of sports is on the verge of being broken and I don’t care.

That sucks.

Is there a point to all this? I don’t know. I guess if there is, it’s something along the lines of “shut up and play ball.” And I hate like hell that the cloud of steroids continues to hang over a sport I love.

To those that brought this upon us, I say, thanks for nothing…