Congratulations, Barry Bonds. Now let’s win the goddamn game. I went out for ten minutes to help my pregnant wife bring her laundry up the stairs, and boom. Honey, you owe me one.
Bonds’s address to the crowd — watching the myth, the villain, the poster boy, suddenly just a man with family and a deceased, beloved, complicated father, double up with emotion — was a powerful moment.
Nats 8, Giants 6: Bittersweet. The Giants’ bullpen coughed it up in the eighth. Hack. Expectorate. Record-setting home runs are fabulous, but losing sucks. You know what this really means: tomorrow starts Your 2008 San Francisco Giants. Call me a buzzkill, but to paraphrase Randy Messenger, the freak show is over, everyone can calm down, and it’s time to get on with the business of making long-term fans long-term happy.
PLODAG: Hank Aaron. His salute to Bonds on the video scoreboard after Bonds hit the record dong was as cool and dignified as could be. He made Bud Selig look like a pouty Bratz doll.
I must say, that was an amazing moment. I was speechless. This is what all of the pain has been for this year, and now that the moment has passed, it was kinda worth it.