Well, that's just great. I take two short weeks off from my strenuous blogging schedule, and the whole damned sports world takes one big-assed Greg Louganis backflip off the diving board of reality. This week I'll be recapping the biggest stories of...last week. OK, next time I promise to get off (on?) my ass and write about this stuff when it happens.
Baseball: Bonds to Break Home Run Record, Block Out Sun With Own Head
As he nears Hank Aaron's sacred mark, sportswriters around the country are turning up the heat on the same old steroids/personality/race angles. What once was cheerfully overlooked became borderline villainy which turned into cartoonish supervillainy. The "feud" between Barry "Gold" Bonds and Bud "The Beast" Selig is already turning into a WWE-caliber matchup; I'm half expecting to turn on The CW on some Friday night and see Bonds F-5'ing Selig, then taking off in his Chevy truck.
To answer your question, Bud, it's about like this.My view? Birds gotta fly, fish gotta swim, and records gotta fall. Though it's unfortunate to see the last laugh go to a surly old juicer who doesn't look like he should be able to get past first base without a walker, in the wise words of Lisa Simpson, you can't create a monster, then whine about it when he stomps on a few buildings. Besides, you have to give the guy credit for sticking around the National League for the past few years where he's had to be propped up in left field every game, lifted in the 7th inning, and sitting out day games, rather than bouncing around the AL, sitting pretty in the DH slot, and probably being one of those players who murders the Twins in every game (cough, cough, Thomas). He'd probably have 300 homers off of Radke alone. For all the talk of this being a joyless slog to 756, the man must have a tiny bit of purity left in him to be out there every day lumbering after fly balls. Maybe he just needs to throw Selig down a generator shaft to realize it.
You were right...tell Pedro Gomez...you were right.
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