How Life Imitates the World Series

Published: August 7, 2007, 8:58 am

(With apologies to Tom Boswell.) The first time I saw Barry Bonds play was in Woodbridge, Virginia a month or so after he had been drafted out of Arizona State by the Pittsburgh Pirates. Before the game, all I knew about him was that he was Bobby Bonds' kid. After the game, I knew two other things: he was very talented and something of a jerk. More than two decades later, little has changed, either about about Bonds or my estimation of him. Sometime in the next few games (hopefully not against the Washington Nationals) Bonds will break the most hallowed record in American sports: Hank Aaron's career home run record. The controversies surrounding the role that "performance-enhancing substances" might or might not have played in his pursuit of Aaron's record have, to put it mildly, put a damper on the enthusiasm over Bonds' accomplishment. When Bonds tied the record in San Diego on Saturday, MLB commissioner Bud Selig looked like a man who was severely constipated and

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