Look, I know the steroid shadow hangs over all of this. It’s a real thing, and it complicates everything. But you can’t argue with the numbers—they’re carved in stone like hieroglyphs of a forgotten god.
Bonds didn’t just break records; he annexed them and turned them into his personal territory. He made baseball stats look like typos. He’s the reason I don’t trust any batting line from the 2000s without blinking twice.
So the next time you see a player hit .300 with 30 homers, tip your cap. Then remember that Barry Bonds once had a season where he was more likely to reach base than the sun was to rise. And my buddy Dave still owes me a beer for that 2004 bet.
