Tigers: Run for your lives.

The Detroit Tigers are undoubtedly in a rough patch. We've lost 5 straight, our Ace gave up 6 earned runs last night, and the injury bug has been buzzing around the clubhouse, taking Miguel Cabrera, Gary Sehffield, and Curtis Granderson. The bullpen has looked weak, as expected, but our high powerred lineup has done absolutely nothing.

Many pundits and talking heads have immediatly thrown out the possibility of the Tigers sigining free agent Barry Bonds, to play DH. There is no doubt Barry can still produce, he would probably help the team when he's on the field.

But this is a completely terrible idea. Barry Bonds is second only to Jose Canseco, in doing the best in their power to destroy baseball as we know and love it. Jose takes credit for spreading the evil pills and syringes across the league, creating stars where there were none, such as Sammy Sosa or Jason Giambi. He has claimed to turn dozens of stars to steroids, and takes full credit for the home run boom that reignited major league baseball after the 1994 player's strike.

Through it all, there were very few people you could have confidence in that they were clean. Ken Griffey Jr. in Seattle, Pedro Martinez in Boston, and Barry Bonds. This was 40-40 Barry Bonds, weighing in at 205 lbs and just as much a threat for a triple as a homer. And then, in 1998, according to the authors of "Game of Shadows" he got jealous of the attention paid to Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa, and juiced himself up to 245 lbs, pure muscle and power hitting machinery. He chased down and demolished the record he so envied, and set his sights on tainted greatness. Hitting for only home runs, he cannibalized his teams talent, the talent that went to a World Series in 2002, in order to pass by his Godfather, Willie Mays, Babe Ruth, and finally, Hank Aaron. Along the way he drove away Dusty Baker, tore apart a clubhouse with his selfish tendencies and feuded constantly with the only player on the team with even comparable talent, Jeff Kent. When Kent and Bonds were contending for the same MVP Bonds tried to find out who won, so he could leave town if Kent took it, instead of congratulating his teammate.

And now they want to bring him to the Tigers. To a team of people who actually like each other. Who hang out together, and make each other laugh in the clubhouse, and get photographed rocking heavy gold chains borrowed from groundskeepers, flashing peace signs like gangsters, all for a Spring Training laugh. And they want Barry Bonds to ride in, with his giant watermelon head, his even larger self-opinion, and sit way in the back of the clubhouse, surrounded by his "staff" watching his own TV in his special reclining arm chair, refusing to associate with any member of the team. And maybe he'll knock a few into the Pepsi Porch, and drive im some runs. But ultimately, he will take the fun out of this team, drain the life from it, and surely compromise one of the best line-ups ever assembled.