Taking a break from my mini-hiatus. I watched Barry Bonds hit his 755th tonight, live. It was a historic occasion, but judging by the fans’ reaction, the commissioner’s reaction (did he mouth “no” as the ball landed in the left field seats?), and his teammate’s subdued congratulations, I wasn’t alone in feeling sad and disappointed. I’m a Braves fan, a Hank Aaron fan, and most importantly, a baseball fan, and while Bonds should go down in history as a great hitter, the fact that he’s a jerk, and that he almost certainly became a power hitter through the use of steroids (I say almost because no one’s proved anything, but if he didn’t do steroids, the medical textbooks are going to have to be revised), makes his sharing, and soon owning the most hallowed record in the sport depressing. So if you’re feeling depressed like me, I recommend watching the greatest home run hitter of all time hit his 715th.