Barry Bonds tied the Babe last night, hitting #714.
That he got a curtain call in Oakland surprised me, not because he's who he is but because SF fans seldom would admit going over the Bay Bridge to Oakland and because Oakland fans don't like the perceived snobbery of the SF fans.
What's interesting to me is that this feat was reported more "matter of factly" than anything else. Just another night in baseball, a factoid amongst many arising out of inter-league play.
What pains most baseball fans is that we really don't care about this the way we should, and the reason for it is placed at the doorstep of Barry Bonds. Deep down, we want to cheer amazing feats, we really do, and we place our anger at our ambivalence not only at Bonds, but of the other big names who apparently corked themselves instead of their bats, those who enabled them, defended them and promoted them.
Sorry, Barry, but the lack of glee from the Baseball Nation is the logical and fair result of the goings on of the past decade.
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