The great writer died this past week. It is only fitting that he should be acknowledged by everyone, in all walks of life, writer or reader. He knew what to do with words, and when he focused his attention on a topic or a person, we all grew smarter. Here’s a taste of what he wrote about Bonds when Barry was on his way to 73:
…. There’s a wonderful story I know about a Yankee player of the ’20s (not Ruth), who was extremely hostile to the media throughout his career. And then late in his career, when his skills were fading, he was afraid of being cut loose.
So he started playing up to the beat reporters, hoping that they would write something nice about him and how good he still was, and it might induce management to keep him around for one or two more seasons. And one sportswriter, aware of what he was doing, wrote, “He only stopped to say hello when it was time to say goodbye.”
That’s the way I feel about the rehabilitation of Barry Bonds.