756

Barry Bonds hit home run No. 756 last night. I was asleep. I did, however, catch extensive coverage of the great milestone on Sportscenter, and found myself happy for the guy. I'm not a Barry fan, and it has nothing to do with the notion that he used performance enhancing drugs. I remember hearing a story from way back when he played for the Pirates; a young fan approached Bonds after a game in which the slugger had played particularly poorly. On his way off the field Barry approached a young fan in the stands who had been yelling for him to come over and sign a baseball. Barry did, but instead of sign it, he threw it into center field before retiring to the clubhouse. Imagine how that young boy must have felt! There are numerous other stories that convey what a jerk the guy really is. Actually, I don't give a you-know-what if he used steroids. He's a bad guy regardless. Still, watching Sportscenter this morning, I found myself happy for the Barry, probably because the all-time home run record is the greatest record in all of sports. I guess my reaction has far more to do with my love of sports than it does for my respect for Barry Bonds. I just hope A-Rod catches him, and soon.