According to the Big Cheater himself, Barry Bonds will not be willing to be inducted (at least not personally) into Baseball’s Hall of Fame, if the ball that he hit for 756 goes into the hall with the asterisk written on it. Here’s the link:
Bonds: Hall a no go if ball has asterisk
This is good news. I think that the owner of the ball, while undoubtedly a publicity hound, has every right, if he bought the ball, to do whatever in the world he wants with it. It’s America, after all! And if he wants to mark it with an asterisk, and then give it to Cooperstown, then that’s his privilege. And if Cooperstown decides to accept it, that’s their prerogative. And, of course, if the Big Cheater decides to boycott Cooperstown—and we can only hope that he does—that’s his prerogative.
Quotes from the Big Cheater that prove he doesn’t get it:
“I don’t think you can put an asterisk in the game of baseball, and I don’t think that the Hall of Fame can accept an asterisk,” Bonds said. “You cannot give people the freedom, the right to alter history. You can’t do it. There’s no such thing as an asterisk in baseball.”
Except that his steroid-induced “record” alters history.
The seven-time NL MVP, who has spent 15 of his 22 major league seasons in San Francisco, was asked whether he will retire as a Giant.
“Yeah, it’s my house. No matter what that’s my house, no one’s going to take that away, no one ever,” Bonds answered. “No one’s going to take the love of that city of me away, ever.”
Yep, Barry, it’s all about you.
Bonds told MSNBC he hoped to reach 764 homers because he was born in July 1964. He said he’s been working out and still is considering whether to play next season.
“I may hit two home runs so I can go home. I just think that I have a lot of game left. I think that I can help a team with a championship,” Bonds said.
And it always has been all about you. That’s what baseball’s for: you hitting the exact number of homers that you want to, and then quitting. Team? Winning? What’s that?
Hank Aaron, Babe Ruth, Willie Mays, Ken Griffey Jr., Frank Robinson, et al? Winners.
And then there’s Barry…