MATT DRISCOLL: BASEBALL SPRING TRAINING >>>

I’m not a huge baseball fan. In fact, I’m not even huge.

But one guy who is huge is Barry Bonds, and although he broke the Major League record for home runs last season, as the ’08 campaign draws ever closer Bonds still finds himself without a team.

Almost feel sorry for him, don’t ya?

There’s a story floating on the AP wire today that suggests the baseball player’s association will investigate the fact that Bonds and his massive noggin haven’t received a single offer in free agency. The player’s association looks at free agency every year, and if they feel a player or players are being treated unjustly or unfairly, they intervene on their behalf. The baseball player’s association is a union, and that’s the kind of thing unions do.

But before union leader Donald Fehr puts on his pencil thin mustache and two toned Ricky Ricardo jacket, I’d like to save him the time.

Barry Bonds hasn’t received any offers because he’s an old worthless cheater. That simple. Even baseball general managers know Bond’s home run swatting ways aren’t worth the negative publicity of having the man who shit on the chest of baseball’s greatest record and perverted the only thing that’s sacred in baseball â€" statistical history â€" in your dugout trying to find a batting helmet that will fit his swollen, HGH engorged head. There’s only one city on earth where fans even remotely accept Barry Bonds, San Francisco, and even the Giants finally decided enough was enough.

Here’s to hoping general managers around the majors stay strong, and Bonds is forced into retirement without ever seeing the plate again.

We’ll be seeing him, of course, but that will be in the courtroom.