cochise

cochise had no choice. i keep thinking that, while reading the sunday sports pages. giants versus the indians. interleague. giants killed them. bonds hit two home runs. they didn't have a chance. cochise.

i like barry bonds because there are so many people that have ideas about how he is wrong and owes apologies to them. 'he tainted the purity of the game'. but even if he is wrong for the chemicals, he doesn't ever break in front of them. barry bonds is my hero because he won't give in to anyone. he knows we all had a hand in making him. i actually think his ability to handle himself under constant sanctimony and righteousness proves something greater than his misdemeanours. anyway, you can't get rid of complicity by hanging your heroes.

it's ridiculous to allude to the genocide of the apaches and the betrayal and murder of cochise's family in context with the simple, if relentless, scrutiny of barry bonds for chemically enhancing his stroke. all i'm trying to point out is that, when america wants something, nation or baseball god, if you're in its way you are going down.

but what do i know? i just read books and twirl around on bar stools. the untelevised.

but... admit it, wouldn't you rather ride ponies and hunt buffalo and roam and smoke pipes on the plains than get fleeced for matchbox condos and smoggy asphalt? maybe not. statues and exposure are still hot. i know: $. but some of us aren't cut out for making money (good news for those that are). some of us get bounced around. maybe we fit our paradigms to our finances. but not so long ago, yellow metal made men crazy enough that they went and murdered a whole people. after promising again and again to let them be. is there any real difference these days? the crimes of then, the crimes of now. keep signing treaties and hope things at least won't get worse. way to go.