Goodbye, Barry, thanks for coming

Frank McCourt should buy the Angels because he lives in sports fantasyland. He says, gee whiz, Dodgers fans should treat Barry Bonds and his bulbous noggin with civility and shouldn’t be so darned negative about the Giants, the Dodgers’ No. 1 rival for something like eight decades.

McCourt, a self-proclaimed lifelong Red Sox fan, must have never attended a Yankee game in Fenway Park. The raucous crowd there makes Dodger Stadium seem like a 56,000-seat library.

Jeff Green

Long Beach

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Hey, McCourt! Who are you that you think you can censor me? You’re no Dodgers fan. You weren’t here when Marichal clobbered Roseboro. You weren’t here when Bonds did that spin. You and everyone else are missing the point in booing him. We respect Aaron’s record. No Dodgers fan was upset when he hit No. 715 against us. We just don’t respect the man. Who does?

And if you want to dress up the ballpark with a bunch of vanilla fans, why don’t you start by ejecting all the drunken, foul-mouthed gang-bangers I’ve seen lately?

Eric Monson

Temecula

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I tried to read all the way through Bill Plaschke’s July 31 piece about Barry Bonds and the Dodgers’ umbrage over the 1997 home run; I really did. But Bill’s tears so saturated my paper that the print started to run. Anyway, I got the idea.

Several years ago, ESPN’s Peter Gammons said that if you want to know why the Dodgers are one of the most disliked teams in the majors, you need only to watch them respond to adversity. It’s all self-pity and finger-pointing.

Thanks, Bill. You have reminded once again why, even if I didn’t love the Giants, I would still hate the Dodgers.

Thomas Bailey

Long Beach