Just Go Away

Barry Bonds turned up at the World Series last night, full of smiles. He told reporters that he'd like to be the Giants batting coach.
I suppose he would like to follow in the footsteps of fellow steroid-freak Mark McGwire who became the Cardinals hitting coach this year.
A couple of things. The Giants already have a hitting coach, in Hensley Meulens. It's pretty despicable to lobby for a job that someone already has. If Bonds is interested in the job, he should tell the Giants privately that if the hitting coach position opens up, he'd be interested.
Better yet, Bonds should tell the Giants he'd like to become a hitting instructor in the organization and work with the minor leaguers. But his ego would never accept that position. It would have to be with the big club.
Secondly, Bonds was always a bad teammate. He would separate himself from the team. He had special privileges, such as extra locker space, a big screen TV for himself and various perks that the other guys didn't have. He was a jerk to teammates, coaches, reporters and fans. Now that he wants back in the game, he's suddenly going to be Mr. Nice guy and always put the team first? I don't think so.
Bonds was a jerk during his playing days. His shelf life as a player is over and done with. Time for him to go away. Sometimes what goes around comes around.