Monday

BB: For the Record

Home runs! God bless 'em. While I am somewhat more than a casual fan of baseball, I am not a purist. I do not have the time and attention span to be a purist. That is why I loves me some home runs. There's nothing as pure and defining as the home run (the slam dunk and the 30 yard touchdown pass come close). It's absolute.

Crack! To the track, to the wall, she's outta here!

So, logic dictates (right?), if "I loves me some home runs" then, dangit, I must loves me some Barry Bonds because Barry Bonds can hit sime home runs. Cheater, jerk, crackpot, large headed man, whatever. He can hit the home run. I really don't care much about performance enhancing drugs, the argument is silly (do what you can to him me some home runs). What I care about is he can crush the ball. Hard. Far. And, a lot of 'em.

I saw 713 last night. Goosebumps! Then I figured that was that for the evening and I went about my business.

So, for the record, Barry Bonds? I'm not a hater. Keep hitting home runs. For me. Thank you.