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756?

Last night, in San Francisco's ATampersandT park, Barry Bonds broke Hank Aaron's all-time home run record. Thank God that this media circus can now dissipate. The Chronicle devoted its entire front page to a huge photo of the triumphant slugger, going so far as to replace its banner with a "756!!!" logo. Classy. Lost in all the hubbub was a tiny detail that, for me, sums up the entire Bonds home run saga, and also the Giants' season this year: Giants lose to Nationals, 8-6. Is this not the epitome of the current "There's no team in me!" ethic that permeates almost all of pro-sports? I mean, yeah, great job, Barry, but it's not like y'all are going to the playoffs this year, is it now?

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Nick Null said…
Just so I'm clear... he is on 'roids, right?
Andy said…
His hat and shoe size each grew by more than 2 sizes in his 30s. By contrast, my hat and shoe sizes have remained the same since I was in eighth grade. I have never taken steriods, HGH, Andro, or any of that stuff. QED?

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