A historic achievement -- end of story

I did some math late Tuesday night.
Over some 25 years of slo-pitch play, at the competitive and recreational level, in Peterborough and points abroad, at fun tournaments and two provincial championships, I have smacked a total of 17 home runs. That leaves me 739 round-trippers behind Barry Bonds. At my current pace, barring injury, I should tie, and then surpass, the new all-time home run champion in the summer of 2116.
Bonds finally overtook the great Hank Aaron Tuesday night in San Francisco, clobbering 756 to right-centre. The only question now is how much dough will the historic ball fetch.
I'm so tired of all the steroid talk. Are you telling me Mark McGwire wasn't jacked up on something during the summer of 1998 when he pounded out 70 home runs? You didn't hear too many questions about his massive arms and frame, both of which all too quickly manifested themselves.
When Aaron broke Babe Ruth's home run mark in 1974, the racial hate directed his way was disgusting. Thousands of death threats found their way to his locker. He was protected, on the ball diamond, by an armed bodyguard. Thirty-three years later, for all our tremendous advances in race relations, for all the bloodshed that was Salem, Montgomery and Birmingham, it still irks far too many in the mainstream media, and those who hold their words to be true, that a black man still holds the greatest sports record that can be attained. So they asterisk Bonds' achievement, saying and writing "But" and "However" when speaking of it, using "suspected" steroid use as a crutch to demean its significance.
Shame.
Good on you, Barry, but slow down now. It's going to be hard enough breaking your mark as it is.