Tagged: Home Runs

No One Cares

I, personally, feel cheated.

Moments in history that freeze, forever, in one’s memory are few. Examples might be: the moon landing, September 11th, Pearl Harbor, the 9th inning of the 1941 All Star game, the moment the team you have been following your whole life won a championship. Sure landing on the moon is a much broader accomplishment for America, but every individual has the moments they will forever remember ingrained within the complex of their mind.

For me the most recent memory like that is the Colts SuperBowl victory. Everything from Devin Hester running the ball back for the touch down, to Prince’s Purple Rain, to Peyton finally raising the Vince Lombardi trophy in the air, I remember. I remember where I was. I remember who I was with. I remember what I was wearing. I remember being too nervous to eat. I remember my "no one likes Rex Grossman" conga line. I remember all the feelings that rushed through my body, as the greatest player I have ever seen finally realized his goal. Feelings of sheer elation not only for myself, but for everyone on that team. And I remember realizing that I had just witnessed something bigger than myself, something as big as the game of football, possibly bigger.

Unfortunately none of those things happened last night, as Barry Bonds "surpassed" Hank Aaron as the "all time home run king." As a baseball fan that should have been a huge moment in my life- you know, a "where were you when?" But it wasn’t. Instead it was me watching the Angels game, which got interrupted for a few seconds to inform us of the "historic news" which had just happened. I have no doubt that 20 years from now I will not be able to remember where I was when that happened. And it isn’t because I wasn’t watching the game. Or because I wasn’t with all of my sports buddies. It is because it was Barry.

It just doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter.

My phone wasn’t ringing off the hook with "Oh My GOD, did you just see that?" calls. I got one.

One too many.

Shouldn’t this record, the most "hallowed in American sports", have been enough to stop the news? Or at least enough to interupt a Sienfeld re-run? Nope.

Because it was Barry.

There is not a doubt in my mind that had it been anyone else the reception would have been much different.

So I can’t wait for A-Rod to break this "record." As much as I dislike him, I love him in comparison to Barry. I will be rooting for him to homer as often as possible (except, of course, against the Angels). Then, perhaps, baseball will see what it saw when Hank Aaron broke the record. And then I will be more concerned with the record than the fact that ESPNs coverage made me miss The Bronx is Burning.

Then we will all get a "where were you when" moment.