I’d been looking forward to the Giants/Nats game last night for a while. I mean, how many opportunities do you get to go boo the biggest cheat in organized sports? But the more I thought about it, the less I wanted to go. I’d paid for my tickets, sure, but did I really want to give that douchebag the time of day?
Turns out, I didn’t. I wrestled with it most of the day, I might be seeing history, if he hit a homer, I could tell my kids some day that I was there and saw him play. But, he’s a cheater, I thought, do I want to reward that, even with my boos?
No, no Bonds for me, even if it was Teddy Roosevelt Bobblehead night.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
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