Barry finally did it — and we move on

For those of you in a cave where the only internet access is OSQ, Barry Bonds hit his 756th home run Tuesday night, passing Hank Aaron for the all-time lead.

I’m just glad it was over. It was inevitable that it was going to happen, and recently, it became inevitable that it was going to happen at home, in front of his loving, naive fans. If only 756 happened somewhere outside of San Francisco — then it would’ve gotten the treatment it deserved.

Was it just me or did a lot of his teammates seem not to be overly excited or care at all? Sure, some of them were genuinely thrilled and happy. But some seemed like they went out on the field just because they had to.

We, as baseball fans, can now move on to something else. Still, I feel that this is a historic day, and since I am lacking any new perspective, I’ll just link and excerpt some blogs I saw and liked around the web to let their perspective stand for this day:

I wish there was a way to wipe the slate clean. Maybe a way to know. Really know. How good would Barry Bonds have been if he had not done what we all know he did – even if he didn’t knowingly do so. (wink) What if he’d not been so surly, such a curmudgeon, so uncooperative with the media. I wish there was a way to know. – Ballers, Gamers and Scoundrels

This record of records falling should inspire people to pursue their dreams, but it has been so sadly diluted, perhaps by all involved, players, owners, the league, and the media. I still hold out hope that Bonds really is getting royally shafted — that he has been hounded by an ill-spirited media, that he really is a good man, driven to play and perform in the place he grew up in, for the team and the city his father and godfather played for, that what he accomplished came more from determination, will and guts than from chemicals. — Bugs and Cranks

Wait? A Mets jersey? A Mets fan was the lucky guy who caught the ball? If I’m a Giants fan, I’m fuming right now. You spend a season(s) following the Bonds chase, naively trying to pretend that he never did anything wrong. You watched a terribly uninteresting team all season because of Barry, and a god damn Mets fan to walked away with the historic ball. You know what, Giants fans probably deserved this. — Just Call Me Juice

We aren’t feeling anything, good or bad. Our reaction wasn’t one of excitement or disapproval, joy or anger. We didn’t cheer or boo. It was a feeling best expressed by a favorite quote: “So that happened.” — The Big Picture

A Complete 180 points out that we almost had another “Heidi” moment.