One Home Run Away From Never Mentioning Barry Bonds Again
One thing that’s always annoying about baseball (not our favorite sport) is its insistence on the sanctity of its records. Oh really? Roger Maris’s 61 home runs gets an asterisk because he played eight more games, yet Mark McGwire and Sosa are paraded around with their bulging muscles and supplements? Babe Ruth gets a pass because he played in a segregated league? Cal Ripken wore out his body selfishly with his team in crucial pennant races so he could maintain his Ironman pursuit of Lou Gerhig?
Nevertheless, the journalists and some fans remain committed to believing that statistical records are baseball’s legacy. Not rings, not postseason play, but producing all the way through 162. So it’s no surprise that the majority of the baseball establishment groaned last night when Barry Bonds tied Hank Aaron. We guess if we loved baseball as much as most Americans do, we’d be angry about this. As it is, we’re more worried about how the Giants plan to readjust their offense for the post-Bonds era. Maybe that’s just us.
Our summary of Bonds goes something like this: He was a great player who also turned out to be a giant dick who might’ve done some illegal shit. Whatever. You don’t see people pushing Kobe Bryant around much anymore, do you?
Oh yeah, the Giants lost. Just thought you’d like to know.
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