It was interesting to learn today that the San Francisco Giants have pretty much removed any reference to Barry Bonds from AT&T Park. The first thing that popped into my mind is the line from the Bob Seger song "Night Moves":

I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin' our share

Now that Bonds' chase for Hank Aaron's home run record of 755 is over, it's obvious that the last few years of his marriage to the Giants was one of convenience. The team estimates that the chase itself brought more than 150,000 more fans to the park last season, covering his salary, and then some, and they had the pleasure of Bonds breaking the record in his hometown and in a Giants uniform.

Bonds, meanwhile, got to play his home games where his name and image were plastered all over the place, which probably more than fed his massive ego, and also gave him the opportunity to play where he was engulfed in a bubble of love and admiration.

But now that he is sitting on 762 home runs, the sex appeal is gone, and the Giants have moved on -- going young and in rebuilding mode. Barry, meanwhile, is still in search of a job, and given the fact his 43-year-old body is breaking down quickly, his choice of where to go is limited, most likely leaving him on the outside looking in until perhaps a contending American League team wants to take a chance on him late in the season.

It's kind of an odd way for one of the game's all-time greats (it pains me to say that) to end his career. But hey, at least everyone for the most part got what they wanted out of the deal, and it was fun while it lasted.