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The Bonds effect
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    These are the times that try men's souls.  
    A couple sits alone in their Greenwood Avenue house in Statesboro, undoubtedly enjoying life and all its fruits late Tuesday night into early Wednesday morning. Suddenly, without warning, their worst fears come to reality.
    According to police reports, a young man, intoxicated, both from alcohol and his own sense of moral duty (probably more of the former) breaks into this sweet couple's residence and presents what we all, as a nation, must one day come face-to-face with: Barry Bonds.
    William Benjamin Smith, cursing, drunk, violent — made this innocent Greenwood Avenue couple a victim of his ire. Folks, it could have been you.
    "Barry Bonds doesn't deserve to be the Home Run King!," Smith yelled as the Greenwood Avenue couple hid, scared for their safety... or were they hiding from the truth?
    Barry Bonds, as I write this, sits at 739 home runs, 16 away from the immortal Hank Aaron and the all-time home run record. Baseball commissioner Bud Selig, millions of fans, even Aaron himself have expressed their disregard for this eventual momentous event. But not William Benjamin Smith.
    Smith took matters into his own hands this past week, and at the unfortunate expense of the Greenwood Avenue couple, became a martyr for the anti-Bonds movement.
    When will the average baseball fan join the Smith Army? How long will you sit by and and allow the representative of the steroid era break one of the most revered records in all of sports? When will the madness end?
    You may think you're safe and sound in your house tonight, or tomorrow night, or next week. Maybe you'll sit down and turn on the television, watch a Braves game, have a cold one. Barry Bonds doesn't affect you. If he breaks Aaron's record, so be it, you'll keep watching baseball
    But then you hear a noise. You catch the door knob out of the corner of your eye... it slowly begins to turn like you see in those cheesy horror movies. "'Yes, Dear', is that you...?" If only you were so lucky.
    It's William Benjamin Smith. Now Barry Bonds is you're problem.

    Chad Bishop can be reached at (912) 489-9408.