Hank Aaron doesn’t like him. Jeff Kent despises him. Heck, even Bank of America wants nothing to do with him. He’s baseball pariah Barry Bonds, and at this point it’s possible that most people just wish he would go away forever. It’s not that hard for most people to avoid him these days; baseball teams have no room at the inn for the broken-down, HGHed-up former slugger. He’s still a sideshow carnival like he was when he was cranking drug-fueled dingers out of ballparks, but these days his appearances in the news are spectacle of a sadder sort.
Bonds’ string of schadenfreude continuted yesterday when the short list of people who can stand Bonds got a little bit shorter. Bonds’ soon-to-be ex-wife Liz Watson filed for divorce yesterday in Los Angeles.
Details are sparse at this early date, but the ASSOCIATED PRESS (via the SPORTING NEWS) got the scoop:
Watson cited irreconcilable differences in papers filed by her lawyer on Monday in Los Angeles Superior Court. She is seeking spousal support and joint legal and physical custody.
Bonds, major league baseball’s home run leader, is awaiting trial after pleading not guilty to lying to a federal grand jury in December 2003 when he denied knowingly taking performance-enhancing drugs. The trial has been delayed because of a dispute over admissible evidence.
Ah yes, the famed “spousal support.” For when you can’t stand your spouse, but you can’t stand the thought of living without their money. Surely Bonds will try to keep the proceedings quiet, but in light of Bonds’ continuing legal trouble, the thought of a jilted spouse dishing dirt in court affadavit’s gotta have Barry at least a little concerned.