By Wyatt Earp | May 21, 2006
Babe, Bonds couldn’t hold your jumbo-sized beer.
Baseball is officially dead to me.
A few hours ago, Barry “Syringe” Bonds hit his 714th home run, tying the incomparable Babe Ruth for second on the all-time list. That sound you hear is baseball fans around the globe throwing up in their mouths a little.
As angry as I am at Major League Baseball for virtually ignoring Bonds’ incredible “natural” accumulation of muscle mass, at least they are not touting him as the King of the National Pastime. While there is no evidentiary “smoking gun,” anyone who has seen pictures of the Bonds of ten years ago against the Bonds of today knows something isn’t right here. Whatever his accomplishments – and I believe he was an amazing hitter when he was in pre-Hulk mode – many fans will always view him as little more than a big-mouthed thug. Simply stated, Bonds is a bad guy; which is probably why few people give him the benefit of the doubt.
If there’s a God – and after Saturday night’s game, I doubt there is – Bonds will never break Hank Aaron’s home run record. Hammerin’ Hank and The Babe deserve better.