I don't know about you, but the saga of Barry Bonds' drive for home run history outside of San Francisco is eerily similar to the way any story that originates from The City: With either curiosity, or disdain. Even just across the Bay don't seem to care. Do we really live on "Seven square miles surrounded by reality", as Gavin Newsom once called SF? Reports of alleged steroid use have continued to go unproven. Yet they tarnish his accomplishments while no one questioned what Mark McGwire was using to belt those balls out of the park during his 1998 home run derby with Sammy Sosa. Sure, androstendoine was legal at that time, but shouldn’t there still have been more questions about "what was in his Wheaties"? Did Richard Gephardt have any questions while he was standing there shaking his powerful hand?
No, I'm not saying that people hate Bonds for wearing a Giants uniform, but as he eventually belts his way into MLB history, remember that nothing has been admitted to or proven in a court of law, beyond a reasonable doubt. Stats are stats and should be treated with the same objectivity and respect as anything McGuire, Aaron or anyone else in baseball has accomplished. So, to Juan Williams and everyone else who has been disrespecting Bonds on one hand yet make excuses for war criminals in Washington day after day, I have one request. Give Barry at least his day and his place in baseball history. Even San Francisco deserves a hero.