Filed under: MLBHow utterly fascinating that Barry Bonds, with little to do in life but reflect on his days as a warm and wonderful human being, found space on his website to congratulate Alex Rodriguez. "Stay healthy and focused, you only have 163 to go," he wrote. "I'll be watching and rooting for you along the way. Good Luck."
Oh, and this: "Welcome to the club."
They're in the same club, all right -- the Fraternal Order of Juicers, committing to destroying whatever affection we once had for the great American home run. Just as Bonds' hostile takeover of Henry Aaron's all-time record was greeted with equal parts disgust and apathy, Rodriguez's 600th homer this week in Yankee Stadium wasn't exactly a stirring moment of goosebumps and confetti. The steroids scandals buzz-killed the sensation of watching sluggers pulverize baseballs into oblivion, and, now, every milestone becomes a reminder of how diluted and sad the experience has become.
"I've got to say, they really haven't been a lot of fun," said Rodriguez, speaking of his days and nights stuck on No. 599.
It wasn't much of a rave for me, either.
I was in the waterfront ballpark in San Francisco the night Bonds hit No. 756 in 2007. And I remember writing how Rodriguez would have to revive our faith in the entire genre of power-hitting by staying clean and breaking Bonds' record. Of course, those plans went pathetically awry last year, when A-Rod acknowledged he indeed was A-Fraud and used steroids while playing for the Texas Rangers, a three-year stretch through 2003. What his admission did was turn off any light at the end of the sport's darkest tunnel and confirm an ongoing nightmare: We'd have to watch another tainted superstar pretend like he was making history when, in fact, he was perpetuating a sham.camping tents
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