It is 5:15 p.m., and the Mets’ bus is on its way to the airport. There’s close to 20 writers in the Marlins press box typing out their stories from today’s game.
The Marlins have a promotion going on where kids are allowed on the field. The video board is on showing the Giants-Colorado game.
We’re not supposed to root, and we don’t, expect there are a lot of happy people here now. Nobody likes Bonds, but we knew he’d pass Babe Ruth eventually.
The Florida writers didn’t want the Bonds circus beginning tomorrow for three games, and neither do the Mets writers next weekend.
There will be a booing buzz from the fans when he plays, but there won’t be any dealing with his miserable personality. Us writers all like seeing history, but nobody wants to see it when it is tainted.
Bonds passed the Babe in that he hit more balls that went over the wall than Ruth did, but for my money he should always have an asterisk next to his name: Was linked to steroids.
No matter how many more he hits, Bonds will never be the person or player of Ruth and Henry Aaron.
The man is a cheat who embarrassed his profession.
The only thing I’m anxious to see Bonds do is retire and slink away.