There. After more than a year of refusing to write it, I've come to grips with the fact that No. 25 of the Giants is going to have to be Barry Bonds at least for the next few weeks. I'm off to San Francisco Saturday to cover the city's silly lovefest with the game's biggest steroid cheat at next week's All-Star Game so I probably need to allow myself to write the name a few times!
Bonds is just four homers shy of tying Hank Aaron's mark of 755 after going deep in the first inning Tuesday in Cincinnati and you'd think the record is going to fall this month.
The numbers are the numbers but BALCO Barry will never be Babe, never be Aaron. Can't wait to get this whole thing over with.
Oh, by the way, notice how the Giants are in last place and going nowhere? They lost to the Reds Tuesday and old friend Brandon Phillips was one of the big reasons, cracking this tie-breaking grand slam in the sixth inning. Look at his golden smile and pure joy of the moment. Bonds has been mostly joyless through this whole chase.