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I love Barry Bonds for the same reason I love Joe Pesci in Goodfellas.  I love a good bad guy.  I love Jack Nicholson in The Departed, Christopher Waltz in Inglorious Basterds and Barry Bonds as the all-time and single-season home run record holder.

The man played the bad guy his entire career, but saved the best for last.  We thought he was the antagonist in the “prime” of his career – pre-1999 – but he only became more despicable as the film progressed.  But even as his character became more detestable, or more fascinating, his audience grew.  Even the fans who hated Bonds – most outside of San Francisco – watched.  What Bonds did to himself in order to hit a baseball better than anyone else in the world was captivating.

Joe Pesci was the villain you loved to hate in Goodfellas.

I know Barry Bonds was a jerk.  I had a good feeling he was using performance-enhancing drugs.  I knew Hank Aaron was the perfect person to hold the all-time home run record.  I didn’t want Bonds to break it.  Despite knowing all of this, when Bonds came to the plate, I couldn’t turn away.  He is one of the most interesting characters in the history of the game.

I loved Bonds as a kid because he was the best baseball player in the game – nothing more.  I didn’t read the columns or the articles.  I read the statistics page and Bonds was all over it.  His numbers could be found among the league leaders in home runs, runs batted in, runs scored, stolen bases, slugging percentage, on-base percentage, walks, and he was also one of the great left fielders in the game.

I remember reading reports from spring training in 1999 that Bonds had gained something like 30 pounds of muscle over the offseason.  In the heart of the steroid era, this was not rare.  Baseball players claimed they simply learned how to train more effectively in the offseason.  They didn’t mention the illegal drugs they were using.

But much like the rest of the country, I turned a blind eye as I was too busy the previous season watching Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa steal every headline and magazine cover they could.  Many fans had their doubts even then, but who cares, home runs are fun!  Plus, who’s Roger Maris anyway?  To many, he was a grumpy guy from North Dakota who had a couple of good seasons and then faded from the limelight.

It was hard not to root for and shutter every time Christopher Waltz was on-screen.

Sosa and McGwire destroyed Maris’s single-season record like they were cheating.  What else could they do?  Neither player could do more than blast the ball hundreds of feet and knock in runners.  They struck out a lot and weren’t known for their defense.  Sosa had some speed, but nothing to brag about and McGwire was a liability on the basepath.  Barry Bonds could hit home runs, knock in runners, play wonderful defense, steal bases, avoid strikeouts, get on base and go from first to third on a single.  Bonds was a better baseball player by far.  But Bonds was not a self-confident man.  He needed the attention.  He needed everyone to know he was the best, but in the summer of 1998, no one outside of San Francisco noticed.  Baseball fans were too busy watching two steroid-injected behemoths rocket long ball after long ball.

Barry Bonds, the greatest player of the last decade, spent the offseason saying to himself, “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”  If the public wanted steroid-fueled home runs – if that’s what made baseball players famous – he’d give them home runs like they’d never seen before.

Has there been a better villain actor in film history than Jack Nicholson?

He spent 1999 on the disabled list for much of the season, probably not figuring the right mixture of workout to drugs.  In 2000, he figured it out.  From 2001 through 2004, Bonds was playing baseball on Beginner mode while the rest of the league was on Expert.  The years 2001 through 2004 Bonds was holding up his middle finger to baseball fans saying, “You said you liked home runs?  I gave you home runs.  What, you only like it when guys with smiles on their faces do it?  I didn’t know that was a stipulation.  I can’t stop now.  Here I come, Henry.”

I love Henry Aaron and I think he’s one of the greatest to play the game while also being a good man.  Barry Bonds is not a good man, but I’m glad he holds the record.  Too many baseball fans want purity from the game.  The individual game will give you purity – a cleanly fielded ground ball, a double in the gap, a knee-buckling curveball for a called strike three.  There is purity in the game, but not in the league.  If you don’t want records broken by those who you believe shouldn’t break them, don’t keep them.  If you don’t like players using performance-enhancing drugs, don’t obsess over the overrated statistic that is the home run (https://tripleinthegap.wordpress.com/2011/08/11/ban-the-home-run/).

Barry Bonds did not sell nuclear secrets to the Soviets.  He did not start an unnecessary war.  He defiled his body to make himself an even better baseball player.  He took drugs that made his head pumpkin sized and break some meaningless records.  He shot up to make up for the love his father never gave him.  He hurt himself, his reputation and eclipsed two meaningless records.  He has not hurt a soul except his own, yet fans act as if the man stole third base … literally stole every third base from every baseball field in America.  He did not hurt the game, only himself.

Every antagonist. Bonds's was baseball fans who took their love for the game too far.

It is in spite of the angry fans calling for Bonds’ head that I appreciate what he did.  Baseball fans put too much emphasis on the home run and its records.  Bonds spent a career spreading his skills across a vast number of statistical categories, but after the fiasco that was the 1998 season, no one seemed to care about any of those categories, so Bonds obliged them.

Fans complain that an asterisk should be placed next to his all-time home run record: not necessary.  In every bar, barber shop, restaurant, ballpark and home in America, fans will discuss their favorite baseball players and the topic of sluggers comes up they’ll talk about Ruth, Aaron, Mays, Killebrew, Griffey Jr., Thome and Jackson.  When someone suggest they add Bonds to that list, someone will scoff at the idea, a few others will second the complaint and the topic will move on.  When children look at the record books and ask their mother about Barry Bonds, she’ll tell her kids about Bonds and why he had so many home runs and those kids will remember.

I will tell my kids another story.  I’ll tell them how the nation became overly obsessed with the home run in the 1990s and our attention was drawn from interest in a good baseball game to a good slugfest.  I’ll tell them how the greatest player of his generation mocked the nation’s notion of a good baseball game by increasing the absurdity of that notion.

Barry Bonds: baseball’s greatest villain.

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In the last decade, anyone involved with the game of baseball wanted performance-enhancing drugs (PED) banished from the game.  PEDs are now (hopefully) at a minimum in the game, but drug testing and harsh penalties weren’t necessary.  Why not go right to the source of the problem?

The home run.

Ban the home run.

Why did most batters take PEDs?  They took PEDs to hit more home runs, which brought more people to the ballpark, which made the owners richer, which made the players richer.

Why did most pitchers take PEDs?  They took PEDs to prevent the home run, which sometimes worked and sometimes made the home runs travel even farther which brought more people to the ballpark, which made the … you get the idea.

When do real baseball fans truly enjoy the home run?  They enjoy it when it benefits their team.  When fans watch a random minor league game or one on TV between the Padres and Giants, they don’t want to see home runs.  They want action and suspense.  Home runs have little action or suspense.  They’re over as soon as they begin.  The single, double and triple provide action.  There are plays at bases.  There are fielders fielding, running and throwing.  There are base coaches waving their arms.  Umpires are scattering to get into position.  Decisions need to be made.  Drama and suspense ensues.

Here’s the pitch … Jackson pulls it deep to right!  It’s gone!

With Spinler leading off second, here’s the pitch … Jackson slaps it the opposite way to left!  Spinler’s on his horse and he’s being waved home!  The throw from Karels goes home!  Spinler slides and heeeee’s … safe!  Jackson is going for the extra base at second!  The throw from Olson and Jackson slides safely into scoring position with two out!

Which one was more exciting?  It was the single – the f***ing single.  One base is more exciting than four.  Of course, there might not be anything more exciting than an inside-the-park home run, but thanks to short outfield fences, those are few and far between.

(Note: this blog is not about the inside-the-park home run.  The author is in full endorsement of parks that promote the inside-the-park home run.)

“I don’t know why people like the home run so much.  A home run is over as soon as it starts…. The triple is the most exciting play of the game.  A triple is like meeting a woman who excites you, spending the evening talking and getting more excited, then taking her home.  It drags on and on.  You’re never sure how it’s going to turn out.” – George Foster, 1978

The home run has been cool for four periods of baseball history.  The first was Babe Ruth’s career.  When The Babe started belting balls over the fences, the audience’s reaction was probably similar to the first alley-oops in basketball.  Many people didn’t come to the ballpark to see their team win, they came to see The Babe knock a home run 500 feet.  This is, by far, the longest period the home run should be applauded.  The other three periods last for only one season.

When the home run was new and cool.

The next was 1961 when Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris battled to break Babe Ruth’s 1927 single-season total of 60.  The nation wanted Mantle to break it.  Instead, it got the quiet, sometimes grumpy North Dakota kid, Maris.  Little did the nation know this was just foreshadowing for 2001.

In 1974, amid threatening racist letters and horrible home attendance, Hank Aaron broke Ruth’s all-time record of 714.  If you weren’t a dumb redneck, you were rooting for one of the greatest and most consistent players to break the former Boston Brave’s record.

Then there was 1998, the summer of international denial.  Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa, who looked like Hans and Franz, trashed Maris’s single-season record with 70 and 66 long bombs, respectively.  Every baseball fan was captivated by the same two men they’d be cursing in less than a decade.

The home run really hasn’t been consistently cool since Babe Ruth retired.  It was cute back then.  It has worn out its welcome.  It is cowardly and takes away from the game.  As soon as the one-trick ponies of Dave Kingman, Jose Canseco, Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa stepped up, the game of baseball was no longer a game but a contest.

Even new parks were built to accommodate the home run.  The ball was likely juiced as were the players.  The combination of steroids, small parks, juiced balls, amphetamines and Sportscenter all added to the home run totals.

Okay, they were fun in 1998, but soon enough they became annoying thanks to the solo home run in the ninth inning with two outs down by six runs, Chris Berman’s “Back!  Back!  Back!” commentary, the home-run line at Enron Field, the right-field wall at Yankee Stadium, and Sammy Sosa’s boombox.

How fascinating is the home run if three players can hit over 60 of them in one season over the course of four seasons?  If its single-season records we want to see broken, why not ask for something more challenging?  There’s Earl Webb’s doubles record (67), Joe DiMaggio’s hit streak (56), batting .400 (hell, batting .380 would do it for me) and stealing 100 bases.

Chicks may dig the long ball, but real women love real baseball.  The only “chicks” who dig the long ball are the ones that, sadly, pay more of a ballplayer’s exuberant salary than the real women.  The “chicks” are usually drunk before the game starts and continue to buy $8 beers throughout the game while rarely watching the game.  When asked who their team is playing, rarely can an answer be pronounced along with the score or starting pitcher.  There are three times as many men with the same affliction.

There are a few solutions.  Ban the home run, or at least moderate them.  Allow each team one over-the-fence home run per game.  Every other home run after the first is an out with runners not advancing.  Is this proposal realistic?  No.

Unfortunately, with the influx of new ballparks in the last 20 years, there aren’t many teams looking for a new place to play.  For the few who are, build your new parks with real baseball excitement in mind.  However, many of the new parks like Citi Field, Comerica Park and Target Field are on the right track.  A home run is more difficult in these parks more than others thanks to vast outfields and deep power alleys.  Players need to earn their home runs.  A 314-foot right field fence in Yankee Stadium is not earning a home run.  It’s sad the Yankees kept the dimensions the same as the old park when they built the new one.

The home run does not impress me.  It’s been overdone.  It’s overrated.  It has lost its magic.

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For over a decade, ignorant baseball fans pleaded that Pete Rose was innocent and never bet on baseball.  They believed every word Charlie Hustle told them.  Why did they believe him?  He was their “hero”.  They believed his hollow lies despite the mountain of evidence against him and the fact that, in leaving baseball, he signed a statement accepting his banishment as long as the commissioner did not unveil the evidence to the public.

Then fourteen years after his banishment, Rose released My Prison Without Bars and admitted to betting on Cincinnati Reds games he managed.   This seemed to hit his backers and fans like a punch to the stomach, but they just came up with new arguments to back up the all-time hits leader.  Well, he didn’t bet against his team.  So he tells us. 

Now we have come to the third phase of the Pete Rose saga.  Many are now saying what Pete Rose did isn’t as bad as what the steroid users had been doing.  Alex Rodriguez broke the rules just as much as Rose did, they say.  If a steroid user can make the hall of fame, so should Rose, they say.  They hurt the game just as much as Rose.

I strongly disagree.

I would never give Pete Rose a vote for the hall of fame.  At the same time, I’ll be the first to admit that Rose was one of the greatest players of all time.  No one played the game harder on the field and no one disrespected it more off.

I would vote Barry Bonds and Rogers Clemens to the hall on the first ballot while admitting they took performance-enhancing drugs (PED).

I hate to break it to the steroid-user haters out there, but there’s likely already a steroid-user in the hall already.

“There was another player now in the Hall of Fame who literally stood with me and mixed something and I said ‘What’s that?’ and he said ‘it’s a Jose Canseco milkshake.’  And that year that Hall of Famer hit more home runs than ever hit any other year.” – Tom Boswell, Washington Post

Who broke the rules?
Every major league clubhouse has the rule stated on the wall: Gambling will result in lifetime banishment. This includes association with gamblers and betting on games of which the player is not a participant.  Rose looked at this rule from his rookie season of 1963 through his final season as manager with the Reds in 1989.  After breaking records and accumulating millions of fans, Rose may have felt the rule didn’t apply to him or, because of his stature, he could slip by unnoticed.

Rose broke baseball’s biggest rule when he bet on baseball.  Today, it’s still baseball’s biggest rule.  A report on a player betting on baseball would be a much bigger story than anyone using PED.

A strong argument can be made to say using PED was encouraged for a time – it’s called 1998.  Fans may not have consciously realized it, but baseball was promoting the use of steroids as the nation stopped, captivated by the heroics of Sammy Sosa and Mark McGwire and their quest to break the single-season home run record (https://tripleinthegap.wordpress.com/2010/01/31/the-real-single-season-home-run-record/).

In 1998, the steroid snowball could be held by a small child, but it was developing.  The nation had two lovable sluggers in a friendly competition for a 37-year-old record.  Everyone turned a blind eye to the inhuman size of these men and the way they – even when they swung late at a 98-mph fastball – could flick a ball over the opposite-field fence.  Steroid users were cute in 1998.  They smiled for the cameras and brazed the covers of magazines.

But by 2001, the snowball turned into an avalanche.  It was then that two protagonists turned into one giant antagonist and fans started questioning the power surge.  That’s when Barry Bonds showed everyone what the best player of his era could do on steroids.

Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa?, Bonds thought to himself.  Pfft!  They’re one-trick ponies.  Watch this.

Then Bonds broke their records.  He broke them without the smile.  Bud Selig and America didn’t like it: hence, strong anti-steroid rules.

What made the Selig Era so troubling, looking back, is that there were much greater incentives to use than to not use. Baseball wasn’t testing. Baseball was proudly peddling home runs. The odds of getting caught were miniscule. Nobody seemed to care. And the health issues that steroids cause are fuzzy and disputed and, anyway, simply not a strong enough deterrent to prevent a lot of people from using them.” – Joe Posnanski, si.com

The same could be said for the amphetamine era; an era that last much longer than the steroid era.  Unfortunately for Rose, if there was a gambling era, it ended at the 1919 World Series.  In good ways and bad, Rose was one of a kind.  After 1919, there hasn’t been a gambling era.  There’s been no incentive to gamble on baseball, especially since the free-agency era with salaries at astronomical levels.

Rose knows about 1919.  He knows what happened to Joe Jackson after being convicted of gambling, one of the greatest players of his era – banned for life.  Do the consequences need to be clearer?  What did Barry Bonds and Roger Clemens see when their peers took illegal drugs to improve their game?  National fame and further riches: that’s what they saw.

There’s more than one PED
Fans love to look down on steroid users because steroid users have the big records.  They hit home runs.  When are baseball fans going to grow up and realize the home run is overrated?

“I don’t know why people like the home run so much.  A home run is over as soon as it starts…. The triple is the most exciting play of the game.  A triple is like meeting a woman who excites you, spending the evening talking and getting more excited, then taking her home.  It drags on and on.  You’re never sure how it’s going to turn out.” – George Foster

Why aren’t more fans complaining about all the other statistics busting at the seams because of other PED?  Amphetamines have been fueling baseball for decades and no one seems to care.  No one cares even though now that they’ve been banned from the game and players actually seem to be aging.  There has been a huge drop off of statistics for players over the age of 32 since the banishment of amphetamines and steroids.  How many hits would Rose have had without the help of “greenies”?  How long would his career have gone on?  Dare I ask, how many home runs would Hank Aaron have hit?

Why do we care about two records (single-season and all-time home runs) and none of the others?

What about cocaine?  Cocaine was a huge problem in the 1980s and no one is calling for Tim Raines’ stolen base numbers to be taken away.  As long as players weren’t popping pills for the cameras or taking out their vile of cocaine at second base, it was easy to get away with these PED before baseball stepped in and banned them.  Amphetamines and cocaine users don’t grow gigantic muscles and, more importantly, they don’t break home run records.

Not only is there loads of evidence against Rose in regards to betting on baseball that the public has never seen (Rose, you can thank the graciousness of the late Bartlett Giamatti for that), but there’s also people out there who know about Rose’s use of amphetamines.  But who cares about that?  No one because amphetamines didn’t help Rose hit home runs (at least not a lot of them).  In other words, Rose also used performance-enhancing drugs.

Hall of fame
Many of Rose’s backers, despite knowing he bet on baseball, feel he deserves a spot in the hall of fame based on his playing statistics and legacy.  Some believe Bud Selig can wave his magic wand and suddenly Rose will be in Cooperstown.

I’d be curious to see if the commissioner ever did allow Rose back into baseball what the voters would do.  Many don’t realize that the baseball hall of fame isn’t a part of Major League Baseball.  It is an institution on its own.  It’s not up to MLB to let Rose in – it’s up to the voters.  The voters can write Rose in now and there’s usually a few who do, but not enough to get him into the hall, let alone the five-percent needed to get a player on the next year’s ballot.

Steroid users only wanted to improve their game and to keep up with the competition.  They still wanted to win the World Series and beat their rivals.  The goal of the game was still to win it.  The reason there are rules against gambling is because it turns the game on its head and it becomes a show.  Steroid users did alter the game, but their goal remained the same.  Unless the evidence on Rose is released, we may never know what his intentions were.  I don’t trust his opinion, I know that.

Rose won’t be forgotten
We know Barry Bonds took PED and that he hit 762 home runs.  Just because his name is on top of the home run list in the record books, doesn’t mean he has to be the home run king in your mind.  Hank Aaron can still be your home run king just like how Rose can be in your hall of fame.

Steroid users should get a vote, only with a much higher standard – the entire era included (non-steroid users).  The public will never know all the answers to the steroid-era, just like we’ll never know who was using amphetamines, who was gambling on baseball, who corked their bats and who cheated on their wives.

Pete Rose is one of the greatest players of all time and he doesn’t need the hall of fame to prove it.  We know!  Just because Bob Dylan didn’t win any Grammy’s in the sixties doesn’t mean we don’t know his music was revolutionary.

Pete, you were one of the all-time greats.  We know it.  We won’t forget you.  You just can’t come back to the ballpark with us.

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The first criticism I heard about Ken Burns’ new documentary, Baseball: The 10th Inning, was from my parents.  Being the good mid-west people they are, they’re tired of hearing about the New York Yankees and Boston Red Sox.  So am I, but at the same time: what’s done is done.  They told me it contained too much Yankees and Red Sox.  This turned me off, but then I thought about it and realized it would be very difficult to make a documentary about baseball from 1992 through 2009 without including those two teams.

Having said that, I loved Ken Burns’ new addition to his original nine-part series.  Burns takes his best sources from the original series like George Will, Doris Kearns Goodwin, Thomas Boswell and Roger Angell and puts them right back in front of the camera for a great perspective on the last two decades of the game.  Burns also calls on new opinions to the game like Howard Bryant, Joe Torre and Pedro Martinez.

Burns gives great perspective on the steroids era, starting with Jose Canseco and the Oakland A’s of the late eighties and flows to Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa and eventually Barry Bonds.  Almost every story that is told in The 10th Inning I’ve heard before, but never from the perspectives they’re told from here.  It’s great to hear of Pedro Martinez’s dominance from 1997 through 2003 from Pedro as well as noted sportswriters.  I’ve known the story of Ichiro as I’ve been watching him play since his first game in 2000, but never really thought about what an anomaly he was from the rest of the game.  While the name of the game in the beginning of the century was, as George Will puts it, “Get two guys on base, get Godzilla to the plate to knock it into Tokyo Bay,” Ichiro was playing like a throwback to the deadball era and Negro leagues.  Ichiro is Cool Papa Bell!

 

Ken Burns

 

The story of Bonds cannot be ignored and Burns tackles it well from a small biography of his father, Bobby, to his time with Pittsburgh and onto his big signing with San Francisco before the 1993 season.  Burns shows the viewer how Bonds became the egotistical player he was.

I was worried Burns would go through all five of the Yankees World Series victories in depth, but instead, we only get to really know the 1996 Yankees.  That team happened to be the one New York squad I was rooting for (and likely, the rest of the country).  Joe Torre gives great insight to that team along with how the Series went down after losing the first two at home to the Braves.

Burns uses a lot more players than the previous nine innings and every one of them contribute well to the story.  Omar Vizquel, Ichiro, Torre and Martinez all show they have a great personality to match their skills on the diamond.

If it isn’t obvious that Burns is a Red Sox fan by the film, then watch the bonus footage and be thankful most of it was cut.  There is a full games highlights at Fenway Park as well as the entire guided tour in the special features.  Much of the interviews are certainly worth watching, especially from the ballplayers.

Much like my attitude at the time, I was happy to listen to the stories of the 2004 Red Sox, but was glad to move on once it was done.  Thankfully, Burns doesn’t dwell on the 2007 team and only mentions them along with the other World Series winners from 2005 through 2009.

Fans of small market teams may feel left out of this four-hour film, but this isn’t the All-Star Game and everyone can’t be included.  I would have loved to see more on the Twins, but how much is there to tell to the casual fan who’s not from the midwest?

I think the greatest compliment Ken Burns’ original documentary received was from my girlfriend who didn’t know anything about baseball or even care about it.  I was watching the second inning and Ty Cobb was being profiled.  She watched a few minutes and said, “I could watch this.”  When even the non-baseball fan enjoys it that much, imagine how much real baseball fans can get out of it.

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Barry Bonds cheated.  He is not a nice guy.  This column is not to prove these two statement false.  This column is to place the real blame.  The man was the greatest player in the game, including during the great home-run race of 1998, but suddenly no one seemed to notice.  Do I feel sorry for Barry Bonds?  No, but I can see where he was coming from.   

Bonds went from multi-talented baseball player, left, to home run hitter.

 

First, let me try to put you in Barry’s shoes in a way that’s more down to earth.   

It’s fourth grade and you are the smartest kid in class.  You know this and every one else knows this as well.  Of course, you do your best to let everyone know you’re the smartest, which is why you’re not the most popular kid in class.  You get A’s in every class – not 100 percent, but close.   

Then there’s Billy and Joe.  Billy and Joe are not the smartest kids in class.  In fact, they’re nothing but average in all of their classes but one: math.  Math is the one class where they can compete with you, but you take pride in knowing you are the best at every other class and math is only a small part of the day.  

One day during a math test you look to the other side of the room to see Billy and Joe using calculators.  You think the teacher will surely catch them and punish them.  When the test comes back and they both scored 100 percent, the teacher pats them both on the back and gives them a smile.  “Great job, you two!” he says so the whole class can hear.  He returns your test, a 92 percent, without so much as an acknowledgement.   

Weeks go by and Billy and Joe continue to use their calculators and the teacher keeps patting them on the back.  Not only that, but all their friends and fellow students are astonished at the perfect test scores.  The teacher must know they’re cheating, you think.  It’s obvious.  Doesn’t anyone care that they still score C’s in every other class?   

No one cared.  No one cared Billy and Joe were still average students overall and you were still the top student in the class.   

Billy and Joe.

 

When the next math test comes around, you decide you’re going to cheat too.  You’re going to use a calculator.  Billy and Joe get the same pat on the back from the teacher, but he only looks at you suspiciously when he returns your 100 percent.  No pat on the back and no kudos from your peers.   

The tests go on and on and you don’t miss a point.  In fact, you not only ace every test but start handing in extra credit assignments that put your grade even higher than Billy and Joe’s, despite their cheating.  While Billy and Joe’s hair is tousled by the teacher and peers, you only receive glares and suspicion.  Soon enough the teacher keeps you after class and asks how you’re doing so well.  Isn’t it obvious, you think.  I thought my teacher was okay with cheating.  I knew if I cheated, I could do even better than Billy and Joe, and I did.  You made it clear it was okay to use a calculator by applauding the works of Billy and Joe, so I just did the same thing only I’m not applauded because I’m not as popular as those two.  

Barry Bonds probably looked at the growing number of players using performance enhancing drugs (PED) in the nineties and realized he didn’t need to risk his long-term health using them as he didn’t need them.  Then 1998 came around and Mark McGwire hit 70 home runs and Sammy Sosa slugged 66.  Sure, they could hit more home runs than Bonds, but could they replicate his defense or his baserunning skills or his plate patience?  No.  They had more power and that was the only category they were stronger.  Why?  They were cheating.  

They were cheating and they were being applauded for it.  Not only was the entire nation watching every game they could, but the commissioner of baseball, Bud Selig, couldn’t get enough of the two sluggers.  Not only were they breaking a 37-year old record, but attendance was skyrocketing in almost every ballpark across the nation and there were dollar signs dancing in his head.  Bud Selig would go on to become the most profitable commissioner in the history of the game.  Unfortunately, he may also be known as the most crooked commissioner – a boy who sees a friend steal candy and tells the police he saw nothing knowing he’ll get a share of the load later.  Yes, Selig is behind the resurgence in baseball after the strike of 1994, just like Kenesaw “Mountain” Landis helped bring back the game after the Black Sox scandal.  Of course, Landis was also a racist man who made sure the game was never integrated under his watch.   

The teacher who looked the other way.

 

Selig was able to finally get players tested for PED during his tenure, but it wasn’t until the student he didn’t like broke all the records.  

If you don’t think Barry Bonds should be in the hall of fame because he cheated, fine.  If you want to think of Hank Aaron as the real home run king, fine.  But remember how you felt during the 1998 season when McGwire and Sosa were chasing history.  It seemed okay that these two men, who seemed to be freaks of nature, were breaking records because it was fun.  They were fun to watch and had good attitudes.  

I had a good feeling Bonds was cheating.  Despite this feeling, if there was a Giants game on TV, I did my best to watch it.  I loved watching Barry Bonds hit.  I knew he was a bit of a jerk and I was pretty sure he was using PED.  I  have to look at myself before I criticize the man from afar.  I wasn’t perfect and neither is he.   

Innocent?  No.  A human being?  Yes.  If I had a ballot, I’d put an “x” in the box next to Mr. Bonds.

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Now that baseball fans are finally done saying Roger Clemens is the most dominating pitcher of our generation, it’s time to make an argument for another pitcher. 

The most dominant pitcher of our time is not unlike Sandy Koufax. Koufax had a five-year stint of his career where he dominated batters like no other pitcher of his time. The same can be said for Pedro Martinez. The three-time Cy Young winner hasn’t had the longevity of Greg Maddux, but he did have a run from 1997 through 2003 where he could be compared to Babe Ruth’s dominance in the early 20s. When Ruth hit 54 home runs in 1920 to lead both leagues, the player with the second most was George Sisler of the St. Louis Browns … with 19. 

Martinez pitched during the steroid era like it was 1968.

 

I read a quote from Pedro that said something to the effect of, “I dominated the steroid era.” It’s not cocky if it’s the truth. Martinez did dominate hitters in a time when offense became extraordinary. While Pedro spent 1997 in Montreal in the National League, the rest of the time was with the Red Sox where the team had to face the Yankees 19 times a season. This was the 1998 Yankees; possibly the greatest team ever assembled along with two other World Series champs and two pennant winners. 

Alright, it’s numbers time. Here are Pedro Martinez’s ERAs from 1997 through 2003 in chronological order: 1.90 (Montreal), 2.89, 2.07, 1.74, 2.39, 2.26, and 2.22. Five of those seven years, Martinez led his respected league in earned run average.  He also recorded a WHIP rating (walks and hits per innings pitched) of 0.93, 1.09, 0.92, 0.74, 0.93, 0.92 and 1.04.  

Then there’s his strikeout totals in the seven seasons: 1,758 in 1,408 innings pitched. 

I’ve always thought wins and losses are overrated, but for those interested, Martinez was 118-36 in that span; a .766 winning percentage. 

Yes, these numbers are impressive, but they get even more impressive when you look at everyone else pitching or, trying to pitch, in the same league of steroid users, small ballparks and tightly-wound baseballs. If you’re going to compare Maddux and Martinez, the best year to do it is 1997, when they were in the same league. While Martinez won 17 games for an Expos team that won 78 all season, Maddux won 19 for a Braves team that won 101. Maddux finished the season with a 2.20 ERA while Pedro had the lowest in both leagues at 1.90. (The “ageless” Roger Clemens’ stood at 2.05 for the Blue Jays, but we all know where he got his edge.) 

Martinez took second behind Clemens in the 1998 ERA title, but that’s kind of like saying Roger Maris hit less home runs in 1961 as Sammy Sosa did in 1998. 

In 1999 and 2000 Pedro Martinez was playing Nintendo on the beginner level while all the other pitchers were on All-Star. Many of the others were taking steroids to keep up with the hitters and still failing considerably. Pedro was Billy Madison playing dodgeball with the kindergarteners. Pedro was David and he threw a lot of stones at Goliaths. 

In 1999, Aaron Sele, Mike Mussina and Bartolo Colon were runner up to Pedro in wins. They had 18; Pedro won 23. David Cone’s 3.44 ERA was good enough for the second best in the AL. Pedro finished up 1999 with an ERA of 2.07. That’s almost a run and a half difference between Pedro and the second best.  His 0.92 WHIP was also first with second place going to Eric Milton of the Twins at 1.23.  

That was just a warm-up to 2000 where Roger “More Arrogant Than Rose” Clemens was second in the AL in ERA at 3.70. Martinez: 1.74. His ERA is nearly TWO runs lower than the second best; this season is underrated (Martinez’s WHIP was a staggering 0.74 with Mike Mussina in second at 1.19). Even in 1968 when Bob Gibson dominated hitters with a 1.12 ERA, the second best was 1.60 and 1.81 after that. The same goes for Sandy Koufax. Yes, he did lead the league in a number of categories in the 60s, but the second best was never far behind in an era where the defense dominated. Put Pedro’s steroid-era numbers in the mid-60s and they’d still stick out. 

Koufax dominated hitters in a pitchers' era.

 

Martinez wasn’t eligible as a leader in 2001 with injury problems, but he came back to lead the AL in ERA in 2002 and 2003. A man by the name of Santana took over as the most dominant pitcher after that. Johan Santana, however, has not stood apart from the crowd as well as Pedro did. 

Yes, Greg Maddux is the Warren Spahn of our generation: consistent and durable. 

Pedro is the Koufax of our time, only better. He put up Koufax-like numbers in an era known for names such as McGwire, Sosa, Bonds, A-Rod, Thome, and Giambi. 

Clemens is a cheat and, worse than that, an arrogant liar who takes baseball fans as idiots. 

Pedro is the little guy from the Dominican Republic who is at the end of his career. He did it the right way he should be recognized as the best of his time.

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It’s okay that baseball players took steroids.  I’ve come to this conclusion.  It’s the new edge.  The problem is they broke a bunch of records of guys who never took steroids.  Of course, most of these men had their own edge.  Baseball fans want to throw out everything Barry Bonds did because he took steroids.  Why are we so quick to toss out everything this man did against the greatest competition the game has ever seen and we’re okay with Babe Ruth hitting 714 home runs off of the best white boys the beginning of the century had to offer?  Until Mark McGwire came around, everyone knew Roger Maris held the single-season home run record of 61.  Of course, for decades following the 1961 season, there were many who didn’t want him to have that throne since the season was expanded to 162 games that year and it was an expansion season, thinning the pitching talent.

Baseball people like to compare one season’s stats to another, but steroids or not, nothing is really comparable.  Fans might as well be comparing Jose Canseco’s 1988 AL MVP season where he hit 42 home runs and stole 40 bases to Michael Jordan’s 1988 season.

There are a number of reasons for the increase of home runs in the late 90s and early 00s and one of them are steroids.  It’s becoming more and more obvious that a large number of players used performance enhancing drugs (PED) and it wasn’t just the hitters.  I recall the story of Eric Gagne of the Dodgers facing Barry Bonds in San Francisco – both were later linked to PED.  Gagne’s first pitch was 99 mph and Bonds pulled it foul for what would have been a home run if hit 30 feet to the left.  Gagne’s next pitch registered 101 mph and Bonds drove it deep into the San Francisco night for a home run.  For those who want to take away the records, you can count that one – the playing field was evenly skewed.

Bonds set the single-season home run record in 2001 with 73 home runs.  Mark McGwire had set it just three years earlier with the entire nation watching with 70.  Real baseball fans will look at the numbers and realize they’re higher than other seasons, but will look back and appreciate the real home run sluggers.  The guys who did it without PED, tiny ballparks, tightly-wound balls, expansion teams to thin the pitching, another 50 homer hitter hitting behind him and real competition on the mound, on the field and in vying for his job.

Although impressive, Bonds’s stats were skewed by PED.

Based on competition and the blind eye of Major League Baseball, every record holder deserves to be where they are.  It’s up to the fan to pick the best.  This essay is not about who should be in the hall of fame.  It’s not about who’s a good person.  It’s not about who’s a cheater.  It’s about who hit a lot of home runs over one season despite tough competition.  That competition consists of the players on the field, the physical properties of the baseball itself, the home ballpark he’s playing in for 77+ games a season and anything else this baseball fan thinks of.  Barry Bonds’ 73 home runs will stand for many years as the most home runs hit during a single season.  He deserves that title, but backing that is another story.  Bonds may have hit the most home runs over a season, but his 2001 performance is not the most impressive season put together for a slugger.  Here are my thoughts on the top single-season home run seasons of all time.

1 – Barry Bonds 73 (2001).
2 – Mark McGwire 70 (1998).
3 – Sammy Sosa 66 (1998).
4 – Mark McGwire 65 (1999).
5 – Sammy Sosa 64 (2001).
6 – Sammy Sosa 63 (1999).

All six of these records need to be discounted for the performance enhancing drugs they were using, but that’s not all.  These men played in a time when new and smaller ballparks were being built every year.  The cookie cutters of the sixties and seventies were falling fast and those concrete donuts normally had high outfield walls that were at least 330 feet from home plate at the corners.  San Francisco’s AT&T Park has a relatively high right-field wall for Bonds to hit over, but it’s very close to the plate.  When I took a tour of the park a few years ago and walked on the field, all I could think is wow, give me a bat and ball and I could hit one over the wall.  Yes, the power alley is 421 feet away, but the right-field foul pole is only 309 feet from home plate.  A short right-field porch, PED and a tightly-wound ball discount Bonds’ 73 2001 home runs.

I’m going to use the excuse of the tightly-wound ball for every record from 1995 on.  Major League Baseball officials will deny it, but I’ve read numerous testimonies that the seams became harder for the pitcher to grip after the 1994 strike.  Not only did the owners and commissioner initially ignore steroids since the increase in home runs was bringing more fans to the parks, but I believe they also released a stronger baseball that would produce more dingers.

In John Feinstein’s book Living on the Black: Two Pitchers, Two Teams, One Season to Remember, he quotes Mike Mussina on the difference between baseballs before the strike and after.

After the strike, they changed the baseballs.  You could feel it when you put them in your hands.  They’re slicker now, tougher to grip, and they’re wound tighter.  Much tighter.  A year or so after the strike, we were sitting around during a rain delay, talking about how different the baseball felt in your hands.  For some reason, I had kept a few baseballs in my locker from before the strike.  We went and got one and cut it open.  The inside of the ball just lay there; I mean just literally just laid down on the table.  Then we opened up a poststrike ball – it was as if the thing was alive.  It literally stood up on the table next to the one that was just lying there.

I’m going to take away McGwire and Sosa’s records as well for the same reasons – pretty much.  McGwire hit his homers in the old Busch Stadium, which wasn’t exactly a hitters’ paradise, but he did use PED.  Also, 1998 saw the expansion of the Arizona Diamondbacks and Tampa Bay Devil Rays, thinning the pitching competition while Big Mac stayed the same.  Sosa not only used PED, a corked bat (possibly, and it’s been proven it doesn’t help), and hit during the same expansion year as McGwire, but he also did this in Wrigley Field, one of the greatest hitters’ parks in the baseball history.  With a wind blowing out, a tight ball and the power alley in left field a mere 368 feet from home plate, Adam Everett could poke an opposite field home run.

7 – Roger Maris 61 (1961).

I’d love to say that this was the most impressive home run season.  Maris went through hell in a city that treated Babe Ruth like Jesus Christ.  Few wanted Maris to break the record and even the commissioner put an asterisk next to it since major league baseball expanded from 154 to 162 games in 1961.

I will say Maris hit 61 home runs that summer during a time when the game was mostly integrated (even though his own team put a cap on blacks, allowing only Elston Howard to play).  He also hit more homers in a season than anyone at the time under intense media scrutiny.  The man lost hair because of the stress he was going through.  If you haven’t seen Billy Crystal’s film*61, do so now.

Roger Maris had the help of thin pitching, Mickey Mantle and a 296 foot right-field wall.

The arguments against Maris’s 61 home runs are numerous.  Yankee Stadium’s right-field wall was a mere 296 feet from home plate and was the standard height.  That season also saw the expansion of the Washington Senators and California Angels.  Most of the season saw Mickey Mantle batting after Maris.  There’s not a pitcher in 1961 who wanted to pitch around Maris to face Mantle.  Maris saw plenty of juicy fastballs on 3-1 counts.

Sorry Roger, I’ll never put an asterisk next to 61, but it doesn’t impress me as much as others.

8 – Babe Ruth 60 (1927).
9 – Babe Ruth 59 (1921).

Babe may be the greatest player in the history of the game, but his 1927 season doesn’t impress me like it does to others.  Ruth played in the same Yankee Stadium that Maris did (it was built for the Babe).

The big discount to the Babe is that he never faced a black man, let alone a Hispanic, Venezuelan, Dominican, Japanese, Korean, Chinese or many other nationalities in his time.  It wasn’t his fault, but Ruth didn’t face the competition later generations would.  Take one pitcher that Ruth hit multiple home runs against the put Satchel Paige in his place.  Would he still have hit 60 home runs?  No.  He did well against fellow white boys, but we’ll never know what he would have done against the best competition.

10 – Jimmy Foxx (1932), Hank Greenburg (1938), McGwire (1997) and Ryan Howard (2006) 58.

Foxx and Greenburg’s season’s are impressive – more impressive than Ruth’s.  However, they still played in the all-white-boys league, so there are better records to be found.  McGwire did play half of 1997 in Oakland, another pitcher’s park, but he was still using PED.  Howard is another story.

The Philadelphia slugger is a throwback to earlier generations.  He has never been linked to steroids and his power seems to be genuine.  However, he does play in the tiny confines of Citizens Bank Ballpark and hits a tightly-wound ball.  Was his 2006 season a great achievement?  Yes.   Was it the greatest home run season ever?  No.

11 – Luis Gonzalez (2001), Alex Rodriguez (2002) 57.

A-Rod’s reasons are obvious – he told us.  Gonzalez: tight ball, small ballparks and those pipes look suspicious.

12 – Ken Griffey Jr. (1997 & 1998), Hack Wilson (1930) 56.

Griffey, who has one of the sweetest swings in baseball history and has never been linked to PED or shown any symptoms, had the misfortune to play in the tight-ball-steroid era: eliminated.  Wilson played in Wrigley Field against fellow white guys: no go.

13 – Ralph Kiner (1949), David Ortiz (2006), Alex Rodriguez (2007), Babe Ruth (1920 & 1928) 55, Mickey Mantle (1961) 54.

Kiner’s season is the most impressive of these six, but integration had only begun two years earlier and wasn’t in full force yet.

Mantle had Yankee Stadium’s short right-field porch and expansion.

David Ortiz may or may not have been using PED, but also had a tight ball and tiny parks.  Ditto A-Rod.

Ruth needs to take a time machine forward and face Bob Gibson. Then we’ll talk.

14 – George Foster (1977), Mickey Mantle (1956), Willie Mays (1965), Mark McGwire (1996), Alex Rodriguez (2001), Jim Thome (2002) 52.

McGwire and A-Rod are the first voted off for previous reasons.  Thome, like Griffey, seems to be a rare natural hitter in a time of prescribed sluggers, but he’s still linked with the era.  The other three guys left are, by far, the most impressive in the group.

Of the three remaining, Mantle will have to take third place.  He had the benefit of Yankee Stadium (for his left-handed at bats), the game wasn’t as integrated as it would become and 1956 showed an average of 0.9 home runs per game per team, up slightly from other seasons.

It is here where the two greatest home run hitting seasons happened.  Mays hit 52 home runs with half of his games at Candlestick Park, known for its harsh conditions by the bay and swirling winds.  His closest competition was his teammate Willie McCovey who finished with 39 round trippers.  Nineteen sixty five wasn’t 1968, but it wasn’t far off in terms of a pitcher’s game.  National League teams average 0.8 home runs a game, a far cry from 1968’s 0.5 a game, but still impressive.  (To show the dramatic drop 1968 took, the average in 1967 was 0.7.)  The game didn’t have the wide nationality it has today, but it was as fully integrated as the times would allow.  It was three years since expansion in the National League and it would be another three before the next expansion season.

Foster’s 52 home runs in 1977 were done for a second-place team in a big park (Riverfront) with high symmetric walls and in a league with teams also averaging 0.8 home runs a game.  Foster’s closest competition had 11 home runs less than him.  The game was even more integrated than in Mays’s day.

It’s very difficult to pick between Foster’s 1977 season and Willie Mays’s 1965 season.  Both players were MVP’s of their league.  Both played in a pitcher’s park.  Both had a slugger to help them in the lineup (McCovey for Mays and Johnny Bench for Foster).

Although the National League averaged the same number of home runs in both seasons, runs scored and hits were significantly lower in 1965.  Add to that the cruddy weather of Candlestick Park and the greatest single-season home run performance is Willie Mays in 1965.

At the age of 34, Willie Mays slugged 52 home runs in 1965 despite the harsh conditions of Candlestick Park.

Greatest home runs seasons

1 – Willie Mays 52 (1965)

2 – George Foster 52 (1977) 

3 – Frank Robinson 49 (1966) 

In his first season in the American League, Robinson destroyed the competition on his way to his second MVP award and first World Series title.  His 49 home runs were in Memorial Stadium, hardly Camden Yards in terms of a hitters’ park.  It was also 1966, two years short of “The Year of the Pitcher”, but not far off.

4 – Mike Schmidt 48 (1980) 

Perhaps the greatest third baseman of all time, Schmidt’s 1980 season could also be argued as the greatest season for a home run hitter.  The National League team average for home runs per game dipped to a very low 0.6 a game at the end of the Jimmy Carter era.  Schmidt also had little help in his own lineup.  The team averaged lower than the league average with 0.5 home runs a game and that includes Schmidt’s numbers.  The next highest tater total on the Phillies was Greg Luzinski with 19.  The World champs also played in Veterans Stadium, the all-too-common cookie cutter with symmetrical and high outfield walls.

You want to call this No. 1?  I wouldn’t argue.

5 – Willie Stargell 48 (1971) 

Before there was Big Papi, there was Pops.  Playing only 141 games, Stargell launched nearly 50 homers in Veterans, I mean, Riverfront, oops, I mean, Three Rivers Stadium.  The National League team home run average was down a bit at 0.7 and the next highest in the lineup was Bob Robertson with 26.  Despite the gaudy numbers (125 RBI, 104 R) Stargell placed second in MVP voting to Joe Torre (.363 AVG, 137 RBI).

With only 139 games, Hammerin’ Hank was right behind Pops with 47 (see Honorable Mention).

Honorable mention: Hank Aaron 47 (1971), Barry Bonds 73 (2001), Cecil Fielder 51 (1990), Mark McGwire 70 (1998), Harmon Killebrew 49 (1964), Andre Dawson 49 (1987), Ted Kluszewski 49 (1954), Ralph Kiner 54 (1949), Babe Ruth 59 (1921), Johnny Mize 51 (1947), Dave Kingman 48 (1979). 

 

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