I’d be remiss if I didn’t make some form of comment on the revelation of the vote that Marc Ecko held on what to do with regard to Barry Bonds’ record-breaking home run ball, after I commented on it last week.
To no one’s real shock, Ecko revealed that the ball will be stamped with an asterisk and given to the Hall of Fame, which, of course, has no problem taking the piece of memorabilia rather than have it sit in someone’s private collection. As such, I reiterate my call to stamp the Hall of Fame with a nice fat symbol of historical accuracy — give it an asterisk all its own; Bonds should not be the only one amounting to such scrutiny. So many times, while the Hall of Fame is supposed to be a complete museum to the good and bad of baseball, we pervert the thinking behind this. The debates about who gets in and whether “character” (such as the sportswriting cognoscenti defines it) are often useless — and the great players who were undesirable fuckwads get in anyway.
Having a Bonds record be the only one with an actual visual reminder seems slightly unfair. But, sadly, the asterisk on the Hall of Fame won’t be happening any time soon.
Here’s to keeping the blinders on willfully; it appears to be part of the American way these days.