just like the sellout crowd at petco park in san diego, when barry bonds hit number 755, i cheered. loudly.
i wasn't exactly cheering for the man. i was cheering for the achievement. and, although you can say that he wouldn't have gotten 755 without steroids, you can also ask if ruth would have hit 714 if there were black pitchers in the league. or if henry aaron would have hit his if he didn't play in the launching pads of atlanta and milwaukee.
bonds is the poster boy for this era of steroids, amphetamines and advanced genetics. and guess what? he's not the only one. he's one of many, probably a majority. and to discount his accomplishments would mean you'd have to discount the accomplishments of the entire generation.
if you're gonna do that, fine. just don't stop now. go back and asterick everything from each era.
because you can.
i saw history live on television. congrats, barry, on tying the most heralded record in all of sport.
no matter how you did it.