Fuckin' Barry Bonds

Yo, fuck Barry Bonds. There, I said it. Tonight at trivia (I suppose I'll always remember where I was) we discussed the three possible options as a pitcher facing Mr. HGH:

1) Throw him a lame duck.
Rationale: Look, you're the Washington Nationals, you're not that hot, you may as well just serve it up to him. It'll taint his record like Brett Favre laying down for Michael Strahan and you'll be assured your spot in history, albeit as That Guy.

2) Pitch fucking mean heat.
Rationale: Look, you're the Washington Nationals, you're not that hot. At least go out there and be able to say "I threw my best against him and he hit the homer off it." Honorable.

3) Aim for the cup.
Rationale: Fuck this guy.

All perfectly reasonable options. I'd like to hear your own thoughts. Personally, I'd got for option 3, but that's because I'm a classless cocksucker. At least A-Rod is 2/3s of the way there.

Oh, and to keep it on topic, football happened last Sunday. Ben Roffleburger unleashed the dragon, Drew Brees rimmed asshole (1/6, 6 yards, 0/0), and I left before the 4th quarter started. I think maybe I am beginning to see what all the preseason Hatorade-drankin' is all about.