And so, with today being the last home game of the season, this will be the last chance for Barry and his fans to bask in each other's adulations. But over here at SFist HQ (located in some South of Market sweat shop conveniently located close enough to Tres Agave to be easily be bribed with margaritas by Brock whenever he wants us to post), there will be no adulation from us. We will be giving no tribute.

While the reaction online seems to be sort of tearful and the Chron and the Giants are throwing down big tributes (even a limerick contest) in regards to Barry Lamar, we have to say good-bye and good riddance. Which isn't to say we didn't thrill at his home runs or cheer for the man or even root for him, we just mean were pretty much over him and we've made our peace with it.

It's like our relationship with "Buffy." We loved, loved "Buffy." But the fifth season was wildly uneven and the sixth season was more interesting than entertaining. The seventh season, however, was a complete and total mess, like everyone involved in the show spent half the season looking around for other jobs rather than work on the show. By the time the show ended, we were kind of sad and we still kind of miss having it on Tuesday nights, but we were okay with it ending when it did. It just wasn't good anymore. And that's how we feel about Barry, it's been fun and we'll kind of miss him but the last few years have kind of gotten us to the point where we're okay with it all ending. Unlike "Buffy", however, we don’t have any Barry Bonds action figures.