Barry Bonds, the Anti-Ruth
At the end of the baseball season, more than two months ago, I marveled at Barry Bondss preternatural batting statistics. Since then, countless readers have chidden me for ignoring the obvious role steroids have played in enabling Bonds to rewrite the record book from top to bottom. I can only plead that I was trying to give him the benefit of doubt. I should have saved my sympathy for Scott Peterson. I couldnt believe that performance-enhancing substances could really enhance performance to such super-Ruthian heights as Bonds has reached not only beefing up muscles, but speeding up the reflexes of an athlete who, in the course of nature, should be slowing down. Some of Bondss seven Most Valuable Player awards should have gone to the Most Valuable Drug. Bonds now admits he took steroids, but he insists he didnt know what they were. Not since Bill Clinton in his prime has anyone asked so much credulity of the American public. Reaching for glory, Bonds has achieved infamy. Every new record he sets from now on will deserve, and get, jeers. The most honored player in baseball has turned out to be the most dishonorable. Poor Roger Maris! In 1961 he was hated for threatening Babe Ruths season home run record of 60. Maris broke the record honestly; it wasnt his fault that the league had expanded, lengthened the season from 154 to 162 games, and thinned out the pitching talent he had to face. Most of the games best hitters enjoyed an unusually good year in 1961. But Ford Frick, commissioner of Major League Baseball, suggested in mid season that if Maris hit more than 60 homers during the eight-game extension, the record book should somehow distinguish his feat from Ruths. Mariss record, set on the last day of the season, was ever after cursed with a mythical asterisk. Surpassing Ruth brought him fame, but not much glory. Henry Aaron showed that if you hit .300 with 44 home runs and 100 runs batted in long enough, youll eventually break your share of lifetime records, including Ruths. Bonds might have done likewise; he had the natural talent. But when he passes Ruths 714 homers next May, it will be baseballs December 7 a date that will live in infamy. Ruth himself changed the game without performance-enhancing substances. On the contrary, he specialized in performance-depressing substances, which by the way were illegal during most of his career. Heaven knows what he might have done if hed been an apostle of clean living. Since Im confessing my sins, Im also guilty of belittling Ruths records by attributing many of his home runs to the short right-field fence, built with him in mind, at Yankee Stadium. One reader refutes this by pointing out that Ruth hit almost exactly as many of his 714 blasts on the road as at home. I was wildly wrong. The Babes claim to be the greatest player ever is further supported by the fact that he began his career as a brilliant pitcher (94-46, with a 2.28 ERA), until his unprecedented power-hitting mandated a shift to the outfield, where he could play every day. His greatness as a hitter may have prevented him from reaching the Hall of Fame as a southpaw. Ruth is Bondss opposite in another respect: He brought joy to the game. His genial, madcap personality made him one of the most beloved figures in sports history. Even the apocryphal legends that sprang up around him reflected the kind of man he was. He remains one of Americas happy memories. Bonds is the anti-Ruth. He isnt larger than life, merely larger than he used to be, before he discovered what the Wall Street Journal calls better hitting through chemistry. He cant claim the excuse of a tough childhood: Hes the son of a major-leaguer and the godson of a joyous Hall-of-Famer, Willie Mays, none of whose ebullience has rubbed off on Bondss sullen personality. Ruth did have a tough childhood, much of it spent in a Catholic orphanage, from which he emerged grateful, if not altogether corrigible. But for all his sins, when he died, millions wept. That will probably be the final difference between him and Barry Bonds. Joseph Sobran |
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