Damn Barry Bonds.
Damn Cream’n’Clear takin’, media-manipulatin’, fan-hatin’ Barry Bonds.
With apologies to sister site SFist, who has stepped up their excitement in anticipation of Bonds breaking Hank Aaron’s home run record, my recognition of his record-breaking achievement has gone from tepid acknowledgement to thinly-veiled animosity.
It was bad enough that the Nats best baseball of the year – two straight series sweeps and a six-game win streak – was overshadowed this weekend by Balco Barry’s 755th homer. Now, though, the Nationals begin a series with the Giants in San Francisco, in which Bonds is all but certain to hit #756 and break the record, placing one of our own Nats pitchers in the ass-end of the history books.
The Nats, as you might imagine, are fairly conflicted about their anticipated place in history – from how rookie John Lannan should approach tonight’s start, to what right fielder Austin Kearns should do if the historic ball falls back to the field, to TV man Bob Carpenter’s on-air comments this weekend that he will not script the call of the historic homer.
