The Typical Bonds Post

Okay, time to get semi-serious.

If you read this blog enough, you know I stay away from discussing Barry Bonds. It's not because I hate him, it's not because I believe he's the best, but I believe he is something that everyone has seen and heard before, and discussing his matters would just be like adding gasoline to a fire. I know that alot of people are sick of Bonds, and the controversy that follows him, but it's official, he's tied with Hank Aaron and surely on his way to become the all-time home run leader. Despite some of our imaginations where we've seen his elbow explode from all the apparent "bone particles" that are floating around in there, it's finally happened.

Perhaps it doesn't make sense to some of you, but to others, this was something that was surreal. Something out of a bad dream that we couldn't believe unless we saw. I know for one, that I'll never be comfortable with calling Barry Bonds "The Home Run King" when he does in fact break the record (you could argue that he is at this moment, because no one has more than he does). Despite Hank Aaron and Babe Ruth's accomplishments, I don't feel as attached with them. I suppose you would say that Barry was the greatest or if you're like me, it's Alex Rodriguez. Bonds and Aaron were all beyond our time, but I understand their predicament. Both had set records at time that people thought then, and even a little bit afterwards, were never going to be broken. Hank set his record with the scrutiny of race following him. Babe was just doing it for... well... beer, hotdogs, and women, which are three things I would hit dingers for as well.

The records they set in time will forever be etched into our hearts, their images burned into our retinas. This moment of significance, is hard to comprehend right now, but after Barry breaks the record, it'll be a little easier to understand.

By the way, the dude that caught the ball is a complete cock-jockey. Did you see how he was holding the ball? Good thing he had a crew of drunken idiots around him, otherwise he would've been mugged. Everyone knows that a crew of drunk morons are the hardest dudes to fight.

Why? Because they don't feel shit. That ball could've hit him square in the nose and all he would've responded with was "hey! Beer guy..ss.ss.! This Natty Ice has put a bad taste in my cheek."