Barry Bonds certainly seems to be in a good mood these days. I know because he told me so on his official Web site, the same place Giants executives go when they want to learn how Barry’s knees are doing and whether their star slugger feels like playing.

The latest news from Bonds is that he’s been spending a lot of time watching movies and relaxing with his family. There were trips to Aspen and the Bahamas, dinner at the presidential palace in the Dominican Republic, golf with former Giants pitcher Juan Marichal.

Oh yeah, and he won’t be playing in the World Baseball Classic. Owes it to the Giants, he says, to keep healthy even though manager Felipe Alou suggested earlier that it would be a good thing if he played.

So that’s about it, other than some nice pictures of Barry smiling and some shoutouts to his followers.

If only there was more. If only we could learn more about Barry and what he’s really like.

You know, straight from the source, unvarnished by the nasty media that always seem to be after him.

Wait a minute, maybe we can. Maybe there is a way.

Welcome to Barry’s World, the ultimate reality show for fans who dig both the long ball and the petulant slugger, who soon will have hit more than anyone in the game.

It’s not official yet, but the Hollywood Reporter reported last week – and the Giants confirmed – that Bonds is in talks with ESPN and Major League Baseball for a reality show that would air every Tuesday night during the baseball season. Actually, ESPN tried something similar last year, assigning a reporter and a camera to follow Bonds through the season. That didn’t work, but buying access to Bonds might even though it further blurs the lines between reality television and reality itself.

Imagine, though, the possibilities when you gather the family around the widescreen each week to watch Bonds kid around with teammates, banter with reporters, kiss babies and sign autographs for anyone who wants one.

OK, so maybe that’s stretching reality a bit too far. This is a guy, after all, who finished No. 2 in the latest GQ Magazine’s 10 most hated athletes in sports – as voted for by their peers.

Bonds was edged out for first by the ever lovable Terrell Owens, but only after Owens had a banner year. So bring the cameras along and let’s watch during a memorable season as Bonds:

¢ Arrives at SBC Park for opening day only to find dust on his leather recliner in the locker room and his latte lukewarm. In a fit of anger, Bonds not only scuffles with the clubhouse attendant but with a few Giants pitchers, too.

¢ Checks the lineup card and sees he’s batting second that day. Scuffles with Alou for good measure.

¢ Goes to visit his personal trainer, Greg Anderson, at home, where Anderson is serving the remainder of his prison sentence for distributing steroids. Bonds asks Anderson for some more cream to rub on his legs and arms, but covers his ears when Anderson tries to tell him what it is.

It could all happen right in your living room, almost live and surely full of color. And what better way to warm America up to Bonds while he chases the two most revered records in baseball.

In Bonds’ case, though, reality television may end up way too real.