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When you're friends, you kid around! Everybody knows that. In fact, anybody who thinks Barry Bonds is a bad friend for recently claiming that he got shitload of amphetamines from teammate Mark Sweeney only to completely change his story the next day should take a serious look in the mirror.

In fact, if I had a nickel for every time I've made a public allegation that threatened someone's entire career just for kicks, why, I'd have a billion dollars in my pocket. "Hey, Steve," I'd yell across the office. "YOU RAPED MY WIFE!" As everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Steve in shocked silence and outrage, I'd start weeping. "YOU...YOU MONSTER!"

A few days later I'd quietly clap him on the back and tell him it was all in good fun. Of course, by that time he'd been both fired and divorced, but I think he really grasped the nuances of my humor. Don't worry, Barry, we get you!

Labels: Barry Bonds, MLB, Steroids