Yay! Even a fly-by-night Giants fan like myself can enjoy this moment. I watched it on TV and still got all warm and fuzzy feeling…I really did! After hitting the record-breaking home run, Barry gave an uncharacteristic display of emotion, standing in the middle of the field and thanking his family and teammates for their support, and tearfully thanking his dad. But he didn’t mention godfather Willie Mays, who was standing on the field beside him, apparently prepared to speak, but who was left holding the mike in the middle of the field after Bonds finished his speech.
And hey now, what was with the futbolfanesque mayhem in section 144 as fans scrambled for the historic ball? And doesn’t it kind of suck that the guy who got away with the ball in the end, Matt Murphy, was a 22-year-old kid from Queens wearing a New York Mets jersey? Former New York Mets man Mays might appreciate the irony.
boooooooooooooo…..
Totally disagree. I’ve been a baseball fan since day one, or at least as long as I can remember, and I can’t even begin to tell you how utterly disgusting it is to know that the most sacred record in all of sports is now owned by one of the worst people to ever play the game. Never mind that he’s a Giant, just think of the scar this leaves on the game. Hell, baseball refused to outright recognize Roger Maris’s single-season record for years, now we, as fans, who can see with our own eyes that something ain’t right in Mr. Bonds’ biochemistry and who remember him as a toothpick in Pittsburgh, we’re supposed to feel good about this? No way. The only thing that’s going to make me feel good is when the truth comes out and Bonds is made to pay, in some way, whether through having this record marred by an asterisks or stripped altogether and returned to its rightful owner, Hank Aaron.
It was a terrible night for a great sport.