When I woke up this morning I wouldn’t have guessed that the most sensible, spot-on analysis of the Barry Bonds case and legacy among the big national writers would come from Jon Heyman, but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t:
Scoundrels and cheats are already in. So are foul-tempered jerks. Bonds may be all three. He is also one of the three greatest players I ever saw in his prime, along with Alex Rodriguez and Rickey Henderson. A baseball Hall of Fame would be empty without Bonds.
Read the whole thing. You could take his name off the top of it and put mine on it and I’d publish it in a second.