How can you dispute the number?
It's as daunting as Everest. It resonates in your ears when it is said in your direction. If only because 755 was so unimaginable.
I have long fallen on the side of the fence reserved for the "Haters" as one of my colleagues so eloquently put it one Sunday afternoon on the ball field. The only question I put to you(if you are a baseball fan)is How do you go about proving he isn't the greatest ball player of all-time?
You can blindly say you are a (fill in the blank) fan and can't stand his guts. That works for about a minute until he hits a shot out of your home stadium and your standing up with your dog in one hand and mouthing Oh my God as the ball crosses the moon like ET once did. You could stand up for the Moral Majority(are there any left?)who say that he cheated and his numbers from his Incredible Hulk days shouldn't be counted. Okay then. Where do we begin? Is it from where he supposedly got jealous of the '98 blind eye lovefest known as the McGwire-Sosa chase or around the time that YOU noticed he had turned into a true Giant with a new hat size and all. A little fuzzy on when that was? Trying to reach back to a point in time before he hit 73*. Chances are you can't pinpoint exactly when you noticed he was a freak of good lab practices, but that doesn't matter. You do know that before he became public enemy #1 he was the best baseball player in the game. Matching speed, defense and hitting. The proverbial 5-tool player just missing the postseason glory that cements your place with the Gods. Does it really matter if he ever admits that he cheated? My answer now has to be No.
It's as daunting as Everest. It resonates in your ears when it is said in your direction. If only because 755 was so unimaginable.
I have long fallen on the side of the fence reserved for the "Haters" as one of my colleagues so eloquently put it one Sunday afternoon on the ball field. The only question I put to you(if you are a baseball fan)is How do you go about proving he isn't the greatest ball player of all-time?
You can blindly say you are a (fill in the blank) fan and can't stand his guts. That works for about a minute until he hits a shot out of your home stadium and your standing up with your dog in one hand and mouthing Oh my God as the ball crosses the moon like ET once did. You could stand up for the Moral Majority(are there any left?)who say that he cheated and his numbers from his Incredible Hulk days shouldn't be counted. Okay then. Where do we begin? Is it from where he supposedly got jealous of the '98 blind eye lovefest known as the McGwire-Sosa chase or around the time that YOU noticed he had turned into a true Giant with a new hat size and all. A little fuzzy on when that was? Trying to reach back to a point in time before he hit 73*. Chances are you can't pinpoint exactly when you noticed he was a freak of good lab practices, but that doesn't matter. You do know that before he became public enemy #1 he was the best baseball player in the game. Matching speed, defense and hitting. The proverbial 5-tool player just missing the postseason glory that cements your place with the Gods. Does it really matter if he ever admits that he cheated? My answer now has to be No.
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