The Bonds Scenario

I’ve been torn on the whole Barry Bonds thing, because I feel that I have been conned and that I’ve known all along that I’ve been conned and that the only way to go about getting excited about baseball was to remain hoodwinked. Because this sort of thing comes with the territory when we talk baseball. Bonds’s achievement is anticlimactic, because we all know that he was going to do it. Yes, I’m a Giants fan and I tried to see as many games as I could. And while I could not accept Bonds’s hubris through a television, I somehow found myself chanting “Barry!” with the fans in the bleachers every time I saw his lumbering presence in left field. Because let’s face the facts. The Giants need a blustering presence like Bonds in order to matter.

But since 756 was caught by a Mets fan, and since I have spent the past two months attempting to shift my Giants allegiance over to the Mets, this has only confused matters. On the plane ride over, my peremptory pilgrimage from San Francisco to Brooklyn, no turning back, there was a game I was able to access through the JetBlue LCD screen. They have those little teevees, you know. And since I don’t watch the boob tube, it was a bit of a luxury. Sure enough the Giants were up against the Mets. And Armando Benitez fucked up a perfectly good game by balking twice. Such horrendous mistakes like this were enough to maintain my Giants partisanship and accept the troubling enigma known as the San Francisco Giants.

But I felt nothing when I heard the news about Bonds. And I suppose my true feelings concerning plate armor and steroids came through in that moment. Perhaps it was distance from my former hometown. Or perhaps I finally recognized Bonds as a fraud of the first order.

I accepted Bonds because he reflected that dismaying corruption that rides like an apocalyptic horseman through San Francisco. If ever there was a batter who represented San Francisco’s strange duality, it was most certainly Bonds. He was the Gavin Newsom who schtupped his campaign manager’s honey. He was the Willie Brown who oozed with corruption. He was the drifter who managed to dupe an overly trusting city.

Not that you can’t find that kind of duplicity here in New York.

But I accepted Bonds because he was part of the team. He provided a rallying cry, a center of gravity. And before he signed that contract with the devil, he was a good player.

So I’m glad that Bonds has finally done this. Because it means I can restore my baseball partisanship to its default setting — which involves rooting for the hometeam.

Now I turn to the Mets. They’re the team for me. But I won’t be able to shake off the Giants so easily.

One thing’s for sure: the Los Angeles Dodgers are not to be applauded, celebrated, or regarded at all costs.

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9 Comments

  1. Interesting observations, Ed. Your divided loyalties might be somewhat soothed by the knowledge that the NY Mets and SF Giants have had a generally symbiotic and friendly relationship over the decades, as exemplified by Willie Mays playing and coaching for the Mets in the 70’s, and Kevin Mitchell playing for the Giants in the late 80’s. It’s easy to like both teams.

    Also, don’t listen to Jeff.

  2. Jose, D-Wright, Delgado (although he almost definitely juiced) are like the anti-Bonds. The Mets are just plain old fun. Lo Duca’s a great guy too.

  3. This is interesting: “since I have spent the past two months attempting to shift my Giants allegiance over to the Mets”…

    I think this might be the only country where you’d consider changing which team you support based on a move to another part of the country. Everywhere else in the world? If you’re born a Liverpool FC supporter, you die a Liverpool FC supporter. Even if your favorite player relocates to Spain and you live in New York.

    Is it just soccer? Or maybe you’re not a die-hard baseball fan, which would change the necessity for a high level of allegiance. And I don’t judge you: although I think I’ll always root for Cincinnati teams, I have a soft spot for Chicago teams as well, and, heck, I only lived there for three months.

    Go Redcubearengalsox.

  4. Levi, it’s easy to like both teams if you grew up in one of those cities. Otherwise, it’s just as easy to hate them. I can tell you that there’s not a lot of love for the Mets in other parts of the country, especially south of the M-D.

    And I’m not so sure I would cash that Mets-as-anti-Bonds check, J. They do have a guy on their pitching staff who just came off a 50-game suspension for roiding up.

    Sincerely,

    Braves fan

  5. Yes, Ed, but based on your current address you’re now required to make loving allusions to the BROOKLYN Dodgers on a regular basis.

  6. I’m from the possibly perverse school of thought that you can’t switch team allegiances. Either you are/were a giants fan or you are/weren’t.

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