The media doesn't like him, in part because he doesn't seem to care much about the attention they give him.
Many fans don't like him because they think he's a jerk who broke the rules.
But I
<3 Barry Bonds. In a world where the athlete somehow represents the embodiment of our own passions, our own childhood dreams, Barry Bonds is the protagonist who never wanted to be the protagonist. The guy who never wanted to be the lead in the school play. The guy who just wanted to go about his business and be left alone.
I don't often venture outside the world of politics here on the Playground, but I will for this landmark occasion, the breaking of Hank Aaron's home run record, in part because the story of Barry Bonds cannot be told without mentioning another prominent character, one from Wisconsin. A greedy, selfish idiot of a man who time and again put his own desires above the game he was responsible for protecting.
Sadly, the whole steroid scandal in baseball is not the doing of Barry Bonds. Rather, it is the responsibility of Milwaukee's own Bud Selig.
It was fantastic last week to see Gary Sheffield come out and publicly hand the commissioner's ass to him. In Friday's USA Today, Sheffield gave us the following
gem:
"I'm sick of Bud Selig and Major League Baseball and the way they've been grandstanding" on the steroid issue, says Sheffield, who according to the San FranciscoChronicle told a federal grand jury in 2003 he did not knowingly use steroids but once had a working relationship with Bonds' trainer, Greg Anderson.
Anderson served three months in prison for distributing steroids and laundering money in the case examining the Bay Area Laboratory Co-Operative (BALCO), which made and sold legal nutritional supplements and illegal performance-enhancing drugs.
"Barry Bonds should be the face of baseball," Sheffield says. "Instead, Bud Selig is making him the face of the steroid era. It's the most ridiculous thing ever. Why doesn't Bud Selig tell the truth? Why does he keep lying and saying he doesn't know nothing about nothing? It's a bunch of hogwash. It's a cop-out. He knew everything (about steroids) we knew.
"Bud Selig wants to talk about the integrity of the game? To him, the integrity of the game is how much money they make. That's how far their integrity goes. I hope Barry not only breaks the record, but shatters it. The more homers Barry hits, the better, because that'll really p—- Bud Selig off."
Let's hop in the time machine for a second, back to 1994. It's Bud Selig's first year as acting commissioner, and he kicks things off with a bang by presiding over perhaps the darkest day baseball has seen since the Black Sox scandal: the cancellation of the 1994 World Series.
Baseball took a huge black eye over it, and the fans and the media alike wondered if the sport would ever recover.
And what was it that helped to save it? The 1998 home run derby between Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa.
Now, perhaps Bud Selig was deaf back in the late 1980's and early 1990's, when opposing fans would routinely pelt Oakland A's slugger Jose Canseco with chants and accusations of being on the juice. Selig wants to suggest that he didn't hear anything of steroids being a problem in the 1990's, and he wants you to believe it.
Unfortunately for Selig, nobody is that stupid. Sheffield is exactly right. Bud Selig knew perfectly well what was going on. He could've led the charge against stopping this nonsense as early as 1994, when he took over as acting commissioner.
But Selig would do no such thing, especially after the strike. Those home runs were putting bodies in the seats. In '98, McGwire and Sosa put on a show that captivated America. And why would anyone who had a vested financial interest in the health and well-being of our national pastime want to get in the way of improving his own bottom line? Am I supposed to believe that Selig never contemplated, even for a second, that McGwire and Sosa might have been getting a little chemical assistance with their chase on Roger Maris' record?
Instead of valuing the integrity of the sport, Selig made a cold, calculated business decision. But who would expect differently? Bud Selig has always been in the back pocket of the league's owners. Whether it was flushing the '94 season down the toilet, or ignoring the use of steroids, whether it was calling the 2002 All-Star game a tie or creating a ridiculous rule that uses the All-Star game to determine home-field advantage in the World Series, Bud Selig has been a total disgrace to baseball.
Selig is like so many in politics, those who are obviously short on competence but are promoted simply because they are willing to carry the water and do the bidding for others. During the reign of Bud the Idiot and his daughter, Wendy the Terrible, the Brewers managed exactly one World Series appearance, and were absent from the postseason for 21 years before selling the team to Mark Attanasio, a beautiful day that meant I could finally cheer for the Brewers again. Selig's reward was being handed the keys to the national pastime by his fellow owners.
Of course, Bud only drives the car where they tell him to. He's nothing more than a glorified chauffeur.
It is, of course, no surprise that Selig used the occasion of Bonds' pursuit of the home run record to remind America of just what kind of Grade-A jackass he really is. Selig spent his time bemoaning the fact that following Bonds around was getting in the way of him doing his job, as though his Blackberry only works in Southeast Wisconsin and having to take a paid vacation out to California is the worst thing that could happen to a guy who works from behind a desk in Milwaukee, Wisconsin's very own Detroit in the making. When Barry tied the record on Saturday night, Selig acted like standing for the moment was a herculean effort. He promptly stuck his hands in his pockets and tried to stifle a yawn. Then he went back to Milwaukee and started firing off half-hearted press releases, congratulating Bonds in the most backhanded way possible.
So to those who want to hate on Barry Bonds for what he may or may not have taken, remember that the only reason it's even an issue is because Bud Selig cared more about his wallet and the wallets of his fellow owners than the integrity of the game. Even if you assume the very worst, Bonds was only doing what hundreds of his colleagues were already doing and what Bud Selig was passively condoning by refusing to take an active role in stopping it. But blaming the game is too big, too complicated for so many of you, so instead you try to pin the failings of the game on one person.
Like him or not, Barry Bonds is without a doubt the single greatest offensive player to ever set foot on a major league diamond. Need proof?
Sayeth Wikipedia:
Bonds holds the single season major league records for most home runs in a season (73), on base percentage (.609), slugging percentage (.863), career home runs (756), and walks (232).
Through the 2007 major league All Star Break, Bonds is the all-time major league leader in career walks (2,517) and intentional walks (675). As of August 7, 2007, Bonds solely holds the record for first in career home runs with 756, surpassing Hank Aaron. Bonds tops the list of career home runs in the National League, having eclipsed Aaron's previous record of 733. Bonds also ranks 2nd all-time in extra base hits (1,432), 3rd in both at bats per home run (12.9) and runs (2,212), 4th in total bases (5,936), 5th in RBI (1,981), and 6th in both on base percentage (.444) and slugging percentage (.607).
Through the 2007 All-star break he also led all active players in home runs, RBI, walks, intentional walks, on-base percentage, runs, games (2,860), extra-base hits, at-bats per home run, and total bases. He is 2nd in doubles (598), slugging percentage, stolen bases (514), at-bats (9,714), and hits (2,902), 5th in triples (77), and 8th in strikeouts (1,520) and sacrifice flies (90).
Bonds has also won a record seven MVP awards; his closest competitors trail with three. On July 1, 2007, Bonds was selected to his 14th All-Star Game. He has won 12 Silver Slugger awards, more than any other player, and eight Gold Glove awards.
Oh yeah, that's right. The eight gold gloves. Back before he was an old man, Bonds was an outstanding defensive player too. So strike that part about being the best offensive player ever.
Bonds might just be the best player ever.
So here's to you, Barry. Thank your teammates, thank the fans of San Francisco, thank your wife, thank your kids, thank your parents. They're the only ones who matter anyway. What does it matter if you don't always want to sign autographs or give interviews? That's your prerogative. Besides, the rest of these idiots will figure out someday 40 or 50 years from now just how great you really were.
Here's hoping you stick around for 800 - just for good measure. Just to piss Bud Selig off.