Yesterday wasn’t a “sad day for baseball.” It was a great day. Barry Bonds has been a disgrace to the game for years. The fact that he’s finally/officially been nailed is cause to celebrate. (And yet I was still sort of defending him late last night when I called into 1050 ESPN Radio and argued with host Brandon Tierney that Bonds’ stats should NOT be wiped out.)
As for A-Rod, I’m glad he’s staying in the Bronx. I love watching him play, and when Yankee fans continue to boo him, it’ll give me another reason to boo THEM. Also, having him play 81 games five miles from my apartment will make it a lot easier for me to catch one of his home runs.
Finally, I want to share a story and two pics that my friend Adam Hofstetter recently sent. (Adam is the guy who wrote me up on SI.com back in March.) Here goes…
When I was in Israel in August I went to a game between the Modi’in Miracle (manager: Art Shamsky) and the Tel Aviv Lightning, and I caught a foul ball. It wasn’t too difficult, as there are only about 100 people at a game and there are no real stands –it’s more like a high school ballfield than a stadium. My nephew, who was more interested in catching fouls than in watching the game, caught 4.
Here’s Adam with the ball:
Here’s the ball itself: