The Chronic Consumer

I have a confession to make: there’s a Barry Bonds replica jersey buried in one of my drawers somewhere. I didn’t buy it myself, but a misguided friend who lives in San Francisco sent it to me as a birthday gift a long time ago. This was before Bonds was busted for using an HGH supplement, so his reputation wasn’t as tainted as it is now.

Anyway, I have NEVER worn the jersey at all. I just came across it the other day as I was doing some spring cleaning. It still has the tags on it and everything. Ordinarily, I’d put this up on eBay, but come on — who would buy this jersey now?

So, it’s going to be used as a dust rag for the rest of spring cleaning, and then it will be unceremoniously pitched in the trash. There’s not a player on the planet that I loathe more than Barry Bonds (except maybe A-Rod right now). What a disgrace to MLB!