Viral communication trumps any plaque on a wall.
Monday, July 23rd, 2007Even before he breaks baseball’s most revered record, Bonds’ place in history is set in stone. And if you think an invitation to Cooperstown is going to change all that, you’re crazy.
Bonds is MLB’s unofficial poster boy for the steroid era. Say what you will about his talents and abilities, but no one has been so closely linked to cheating in baseball than him: BALCO, Game of Shadows, Flaxseed Oil, the cream and the clear, amphetamines — the man is associated more with steroid allegations than with baseball achievements.
So do you think these associations and allegations will magically disappear when he is inducted into the Hall? They won’t. His name will forever be a red flag to anyone discussing home run records.
Then why are we so concerned with Bonds’ place in history next to the greats?
Sports Illustrated is making sure that Hank Aaron’s all-time home run record and his place in history is remembered by conveniently putting him on their cover this week just as Bonds closes in on the mark.
I propose that we follow suit and remember this era for what it was: a cheater’s era that inflated statistics and made power-hitting records look run-of-the-mill.
Look, from here on out, anytime an argument comes up about Big Mac, Sosa, Bonds or Palmeiro and their rightful place as the all-time sluggers, is there any chance the whole ‘juiced’ factor will just slip our minds? Absolutely not! Anyone with a finger to the pulse of the sports arena understands that the steroid issue has tainted the game in ways that will be felt for generations.
So put Bonds in the Hall. Hell, put Sosa and Big Mac if you really wanna. I don’t really care. I’ll even go so far as to say an asterisk is unnecessary next to Bonds and Co.’s tainted records.
Why, you ask? The asterisk exists in our dialogue. Seriously, is there anyone in the world who would even attempt to argue that Bonds was the greatest baseball player ever to live…and then leave out the whole steroid issue?
We’re not going to instantly feel better if and when Bonds is rejected from the HOF and an asterisk is put up next to his records. We can’t just right things this way. Clean our hands and forget it ever happened.
The records need to exist as a constant reminder of how even the most truly gifted athletes in the world can forget that it was their natural abilities that propelled them to sport’s greatest stage and essentially made them rich to play a child’s game. It will remind us of baseball’s most ingrained flaws.
When our children and grandchildren swap their father’s and grandfather’s old baseball card collections and look at the astounding HR and Slugging % totals that these seemingly innocent men amounted, they won’t need an asterisk to tell them the story behind the statistics. All they’ll need is the legacy of the game. The same legacy that told us that Babe Ruth loved food and booze and women; that told us Ty Cobb was a virulent racist; that Jackie Robinson was the first black player in a white man’s game.
….and finally this same legacy will tell us that Bonds was once a great ball player…before he became a cheat.
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