[nanwynnfan]

Will he? Or won't he? The questions have nothing to do with Barry Bonds hitting #755 or #756 during a particular game or at bat; but asked whether the Commissioner of Baseball, Bud Selig, will condescend to being in attendance.

Or, we are treated to former Commissioner Fay Vincent going on and on about his close friendship with Henry Aaron, ever the class act, and how Vincent is wrestling with his internal demons in differentiating between love of the Game and its hallowed records and his human biases, based of course, on his personal observation of clues, hints, innuendo and player hat size.

Then we have a commentator, hearing far more boos from a crowd than is audible on the television broadcast, completely overlooking the historic Dodger-Giant rivalry in one park and the customary visitor-home rivalry in another. Not only does he amplify the boo volume; but he is also compelled to explain it in terms of fans conflicted by their suspicions of the moral integrity of the player they all paid to see.

The Commissioner is invited to join the broadcast team in the booth; but he declines, for reasons unexplained, although the turn-down is definitive enough to provoke one to ask, why.

The finale is the terrible burden on broadcaster wardrobes, and the drain on the Commisioner, forced to schlep around after a player whose accomplishments he questions, also sartorially challenged - as if he were bivouaced in a Baghdad windstorm, poor fella.

Please, Barry, hit four in one game and put an exclamation point on the accomplishment. This old man is weary with asterisks, and the asses who seem to need them to justify their injured righteousness.

End of rant.