Bonds

I'm with this article. Maybe it's a testament to getting older that I'm becoming less opinionated about things...and maybe it starts with Bonds. The other day someone asked Obama if he would invite Bonds to the White House. What a tricky question. I don't know how I'd answer it. I can't condone using steriods. It's damn tricky.

But I hate to neglect greatness. I've watched baseball all my life and there's never been a guy in the batting box as terrifying and electrifying as Bonds in his prime. His surley personality...I don't care...I don't eat dinner with Bonds, I don't watch his post game interviews, I don't play with him, nor do I care. I care what he does in the batting box. And take all the myths of Ted Williams, Babe Ruth, Mickey Mantle...and if you had to pick one guy to step up into the plate in the 9th inning with the game on the line against the best closer in baseball you'd be a fool not to seriously consider Bonds with his eye, his swing, his strength, and his bat speed.