With all of these world problems, why is it that I can only focus on one thing...Barry Bonds breaking the home run record?
As I watched him coming to the plate last night, preparing to hit the shot that would forever put him in the record books (756*), all I could hope for was one thing: A stray meteor that has been orbiting our solar system for millenia would break free of it's normal path, careening wildly towards the Earth, on a direct path towards San Fransisco, and just as the first pitch to Bonds approached the plate, the galactic rock would land on his foot, thus ending his evening, and perhaps career, and keep the home run record from being broken by such a jerk.
Is that a Christian attitude? Probably not. But I still couldn't help but smile at the thought of him looking up as the meteor approached and he thinking "Son of a...!"
I don't think I care as much about the alleged (alleged...HA!) steroid use. You still have to swing the bat and connect with the ball, which is very difficult at the major league level. I care more about the fact that this guy is a jerk! In fact, the only human moment I've ever seen Bonds in was last night when he talked about his dad (Bobby Bonds, a baseball great). I believe that for the most part, Bobby would be ashamed of his son's behavior over the last 23 years.
Some of it is jealousy, too. It's hard to always believe that doing the right things will be rewarded when jerks and thieves and cheats seem to get all of the riches (although, earthly reward is not our concern).
One good note, though...Barry's family is very proud of him, and it was nice to see his kids cheer him on as he rounded the bases into history. After all, isn't that what baseball is truly about...a time for father's and sons to be together?
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