Back when I was researching Love Me, Hate Me several years ago, I went on Amazon and ordered a copy of Bobby Bonds: Rising Superstar.
The book was surprisingly useful—good details about Bobby’s life growing up in California, then of his early years with the San Francisco Giants. I mean, it wasn’t a completely honest portrait—though Bobby wasn’t the most beloved man in baseball, he’s depicted as a friendly guy with a big heart.
Hey, whatever.
Anyhow, I came to Starbucks today for the first time in a few months, and the Bobby Bonds book remains on the TAKE A BOOK shelf—a wild five months (or so) after I left it there.
Poor Bobby.
