Big ho hum ...

Barry Bonds went yard on No.715. A newlywed husband, waiting at a concession stand for peanuts and beer, saw the ball where it had dropped from above, considered it a moment or two, picked it up and was hustled by security out of whatever-the-hell they now call San Francisco's ballpark.

So much for the rest of his ballgame. There is no word on whether he got his food, or if he was able to retrieve his bride, Megan.

Here's how Sports Illustrated described the moment:

Bonds homered off Byung-Hyun Kim in the fourth inning. The ball glanced off a fan's hands about 15 rows up and then dropped onto an elevated platform beyond the fence.

The souvenir sat there for a few minutes before rolling off the roof and into the hands of 38-year-old San Francisco resident Andrew Morbitzer, who was waiting for a beer and peanuts. He was quickly ushered away by security.

San Francisco lost the game, 6-3, to the Rockies.

Bonds is now "only" 40 homers away from tying Hank Aaron, and we "boldly" predict here and now that he will never attain it. At the rate Bonds' body is breaking down, he'll be lucky if he can stay off the DL before the All Star break.

SI had a nice little op-ed piece by Richard Hoffer explaining why Bonds' achievements will never win widespread acclaim. An excerpt or two:

Bonds' achievements will not stand that test of time ... His cheerless progress past Babe Ruth's onetime record of 714 home runs tells us as much.
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History has already spoken. There's no crying in baseball, and there's no cheating. For whatever Bonds used, and for however long he used it to hit those home runs, he will be reviled. It's not because he's black, a jerk or not Mantle.

Well stated.