WOW! What an insult to Bill Russell. To paraphrase Phil Hartman as Sinatra, Russell has chunks of guys like Barry Bonds in his stool.

Bonds has always been a miserable SOB. If any members of the media hate him, it's because he's earned it. He treats them like complete and utter crap, and it's not this ridiculous "he doesn't kiss the press's ass" nonsense. It's because for years he's looked them in the face and lied.

In fact, he'd be a great fit for the Bush White House - a lying cheater who abdicates responsibility for anything he does and blames the press and anyone else he can for his self-inflicted problems and controversies.

It's too bad that he's going to pass Aaron, but at least his record won't stand very long. And, of course, it's fitting that Barry will have to quit the game having never won a World Series.

Look, "Don't Stop Believin'" is a guilty pleasure, and I have it along with another Journey song on my iPod. More out of nostalgia than anything else - they remind me of driving around crappy old Pasadena, Texas in a friend's sister's Mustang, having a good time but helpless in the back seat, unable to change the radio station or pop in another cassette. Say, the Police.

But "Abbey Road"? The Ramones? Sheesh. C'mon.

The song's hammy lyrics and soaring instrumentation fit nicely with the Sopranos finale. Most important, though, is that it's just the type of song a Jersey boy like Tony would punch up on a tabletop jukebox. If you watched the series all these years, you know his taste in music was pretty pedestrian.

The posts about her are way back on Page 1, but Susyn Waldman is a hooooooooooooooooooooooooooorrible broadcaster. (Imagine that in Bill Walton's voice.) Just appalling. A joke. This is ia woman who plies her trade at Yankee freaking Stadium and thinks the most dramatic thing she ever saw was Roger Clemens taking the microphone during the seventh inning stretch.

She's not as bad as Jeannie Zelasko, who after the game tried to get the poor SF baseball fans excited about Ichiro being a free agent, blissfully unaware of the day's news that he's re-upping with the M's. Still, though, Waldman is a train wreck.

Mays could be the best center fielder ever, but he's not the greatest player ever. That's Ruth. Before he became the greatest hitter in baseball he was on track to be the greatest pitcher in baseball. Let's see Barry smear on some 'clear' and some cream, jab a needle of HGH into his buttock, kick a dog into the hedge and then go out and set a handful of World Series pitching records.

The very fact that Henry Aaron is an African American should be proof enough to the lie that racism is behind the public's dislike for Barry 'Beach Ball Head' Bonds. Now, I'm not saying that there aren't a handful racists out there who hate Barry Bonds; they're racists, that's their reason for being. But to state that it's a major factor is flat-out ridiculous.

And hey, let's not forget that both before and after the OJ verdict, a significant majority of blacks said they thought he should go free. That's what the poll you cite is worth.

Bottom line is most people don't like Barry because he's an admitted steroids user who has gotten away with a lot more than he's copped to. And, on top of that, he is a despicable SOB. Long before it became obvious that he was a steroid user (an admitted uesr, and he's no doubt done a lot more than he's admitted), I decided I didn't like the SOB when he cheated on his wife, got divorced, and then went to court to lower his child support payments (which weren't all that high to begin with, given his salary).

Face it, San Francisco: Your baseball hero is a bad, bad guy. You've got a beautiful stadium and a decent bunch of guys other than Bonds; just get through this year, let the SOB break the record and then leave town. You'll be better off. At this point you all sound like the dead-enders who still support the Bush administration and ignore reality.