Barry Bonds says he is embarrassed to be wearing the San Francisco Giants’ uniform. His comments were related to the terrible way he has been performing on the field this year. Barry Bonds should be embarrassed, but he is embarrassed for the wrong reason. Mr. Bonds, everybody goes into a funk. Slumps are a part of everyone’s professions. But that is not the reason Mr. Bonds should be embarrassed to be wearing a professional baseball uniform. How much pride can a man get when he looks into the face of a true Great Baseball Legend, his own Godfather, and say with a smile, I broke the homerun record. Yes, I stuck junk in my body to do it. Yes, Mr. Willie Mayes, I know Hank Aaron made the record without using drugs, but junkie or no, I beat the record. Godfather Mayes, aren’t you proud of your godson?

And if Mr. Bonds should be inducted into the Baseball Hall of fame, will he acknowledge his success is partially do to his use of needles full of junk? Mr. Bonds, your performance on the field, this year, should not be the source of your embarrassment. Your embarrassment should start with the number 755. I refused to watch the all-star game this year because you were suited up. If I were a ten year old fan asking if you thought someday I might be able to achieve 755 home runs, would your answer be, “Sure, all you need is a little talent and an arm full of junk.”

I’m no where near a living saint, Mr. Bonds. But at 45 years old, I can look my children and grandchild in the eye and say, “I am proud of what I accomplished, because it was all me. I wore a uniform for 20 plus years, and I did not embarrass or disgrace that uniform or my family name.” My children and grandchild have a family name that I have not tarnish before them.

Mr. Bonds, do not embarrass yourself. Take off the Major League Baseball Uniform.