National Day of Mourning

It is a dark day in baseball history.

Barry Bonds has cheated his way into the record books. He is not the reigning home run king of Major League Baseball, as he overtook Hank Aaron's record last night.

I have to say that I agree 100% with Jim Reeves, local sports columnist for the Fort Worth Star Telegram. In fact, rather than try to quote parts of his column, I will link to it. This should do it.

I don't know anyone personally who wanted Bonds to break this record. But now it's over. Now, just maybe, he will go away. Maybe he will stop trying to play a game that he has been physically unable to play for years. Everyone knows that the only reason he was still hanging around was to get this record. He can barely run around the bases. And he certainly can't adequately play a position. His knees are shot. He will probably die young, likely from heart failure, from all the steriods and other junk he has put into his body.

We can only hope that A-Rod will hurry up and catch him so that his name won't disgrace the record books for very long. And I don't even like A-Rod. But he is the youngest player to reach 500 home runs. And he doesn't look like he's pumping up with 'roids. Who knows, though?

It's a dark day in baseball. Let us all hang our heads and mourn.

TTFN, y'all.