No Whining, No Whimpering From Bonds

By Scott Ostler
Updated: July 1, 2007

Barry Bonds SAN FRANCISCO – Whatever critiquing you do of Barry Bonds, you have to give him this: He’s no Kobe.

Barry isn’t demanding to be traded. He’s not pleading his woe-is-me case before the highest court in the land — sports talk radio. Bonds is not trashing his general manager, nor is he unloading his sorrows on passers-by in shopping malls.

Bonds would seem to be just as entitled as Kobe Bryant to beef about not being given enough help.

Granted, Kobe sets the bar sky-high for the whiny expression of entitlement. But when was the last time Bonds registered displeasure over his supporting cast? That might be partially due to the fact that the Giants are paying Bonds roughly $10 million over his market value this season. Even if you tripled Kobe’s salary, he’d still be whimpering.

Bonds doesn’t demand to be traded, because he knows it would be awkward trying to win over a new fan base. But he could complain about the Giants’ inability to locate for him a suitable ball-whacking sidekick.

Barry’s got a right to sing the blues. This is the fifth season of the post-Jeff Kent era, and in that time, Bonds has been the most pitch-aroundable great hitter ever.

The Yankees came to San Francisco and Alex Rodriguez, because of the hitters surrounding him in the lineup, had a James Bond license to kill Giants’ pitchers.

Swap Bonds and A-Rod for that series, and Rodriguez gets 10 bases-on-balls.

It’s tough to dominate a team sport as a solo act. Nobody knows that better than Barry and Kobe, but only one of them is staging a one-man whine-a-thon.