So now it looks like Barry Bonds may miss a good chunk of the season because of his second knee surgery, and because the media got to him.

And the tears ... well, there aren't any, except from the master of self-pity himself:

"You wanted me to jump off the bridge. I finally jumped," Bonds said. "You wanted to bring me down. You finally have brought me and my family down. You've finally done it, everybody, all of you. So now go pick a different person. I'm done."

That would be great IMO, the idea of Barry Bonds being done with baseball, but I don't think he meant "done" the way we wish he meant it.

Now Bonds is on crutches. Is he also off the juice? Is he going to finish his pursuit of Ruth and Aaron with what God and the gym gave him, instead of adding advanced anabolic chemistry to the equation?

I'm actually thankful for the fact I won't have to think about it again for a few more months.