Not long ago, this would have been the Barry Bonds Show — the game itself a footnote to admiring the feats of a slugger who had somehow transplanted a mule’s hind legs onto his shoulders and a prize-winning pumpkin onto his neck. In retrospect, it was pretty obvious that Bonds was a walking, preening, baseball-mashing pharmacological experiment — hell, the whole sport was. The Giants accepted the Faustian arrangement: watch Bonds break Hank Aaron’s record, pay him $20 million a year in ransom money, then cut him loose with all the ceremony... More >>>