| So Barry Bonds has passed Hank Aaron's home run record, after batting in his 756th homer. Forgive me while I contain my glee. Yep, I'm one of those journos who can't stand the man, not only because of his less than glowing personality, but also because I believe that he got his record by using steroids. I would love to be wrong. I doubt that I am. And while I have no love for Barry, I must admit it did my heart good to watch Bud Selig twisting in the wind as Barry tied the record this week, that forced admiration on his face and that pathetic half-wave.
See, Bud Selig and Major League Baseball deserve Barry Bonds. Baseball has cultivated the steroids era by pushing for bigger, stronger power hitters, more home runs, and more excitement in a game that is supposed to be long and a bit dull, punctuated by moments of joy. Baseball did this to itself. Now they've got to live with Barry, Sammy Sosa, Mark McGuire and the whole juice crew as their standard bearers.
You get what you push for, guys. Barry's all yours.
Want more? Great take on Barry (not just because he agrees with me) here. And another here. And a take on the inevitable race angle here. And if you want to know how much that 22-year-old kid who caught the ball is looking at? Here ya go.
Meanwhile: Dubya telephones, late, but he telephones...
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