So says Barry Bonds to the Hall of Fame, should they allow Mark Ecko to deface Bonds’ record-breaking baseball before putting it on display:
I won’t go. I won’t be part of it, you can call me, but I won’t be there. I don’t think you can put an asterisk in the game of baseball, and I don’t think that the Hall of Fame can accept an asterisk. You cannot give people the freedom, the right to alter history. You can’t do it. There’s no such thing as an asterisk in baseball.
I will never be in the Hall of Fame. Never. Barry Bonds will not be there.
That’s my emotions now. That’s how I feel now. When I decide to retire five years from now, we’ll see where they are at that moment. We’ll see where they are at that time, and maybe I’ll reconsider. But it’s their position and where their position will be will be the determination of what my decision will be at that time.
I doubt many of the sportswriters in the anti-Bonds camp would have thought it could be so easy to keep him out of the hall. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to see a whole slew of articles and Op-Ed pieces written suggesting that poor Mr. Ecko has the right to *sniff* do whatever he wants with his ball, and who the hell is Bonds to tell him otherwise.
Talk about fuel for the fire, Bonds is my age, and he still hasn’t learned when to just shut the hell up.
UPDATE: I’ve been saying Prince Fielder is the best young player in baseball for quite a while now. Now, the venerable Bill James has run the numbers and discovered, lo and behold, that I’ve been right all along:
I don’t think Fielder should be the NL MVP, although he will get some votes, and, let’s face it, he is not exactly a Prince of a Fielder. But 23-year-olds who hit 50 home runs don’t come around every year.
Hooray for me!