It was like watching a funeral procession. Fans shaking there condolences on orange signs, players going through the motions. Just trying to get thru 54 outs without absolutely falling apart. I don’t mean breaking down into tears, but I’m sure that happened somewhere, off camera, somewhere else.

Barry is not coming back. Take a deep breath. Let it sink in. Barry is not coming back. Not as a Giant.

It just strikes me as odd. The away it all went down. The contrast of it all. The jubilescent scene that was number 756 to the dead man fielding in left. Why the front office felt it was necessary to announce its intention to NOT discuss contracts with Barry Bonds is beyond me. Don’t get me wrong. I’m looking forward to the fresh start. But the season still isn’t over. Well technically over anyway. It all just wreaks of “wham, bam, thank you Barry” to me.

The only highlight of this pathetic season was the home run record chase. The All Star break was nice, but that wasn’t a Giants thing. That was a Baseball thing. It was a money thing too. And that’s what I don’t get.

Barry’s conquest put butts in the seats. Maybe he did it too fast. Maybe he should have stretched it out for another month to make it interesting. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so adamant about staying on next year. For all of that, why couldn’t these guys in suits wait until next week to cut him loose? The optimist in me tells me it isn’t because they needed to squeeze every last ticket sale from this aging commodity. That kind of exploitation I can’t stomach. That kind of business is personal. That kind of Karma we can’t afford.