It is, to put into a single word, wild, to even imagine someone I've been a fan of my entire adult life, literally the course of 22 years accomplish something that should, by all logic and sensibility, be impossible. And without any credible allegations of PED use. He was, simply, greatness personified in the batter's box.
Nothing does what sports can do, when it comes to carrying intertwining long-lasting narratives. Pujols was The Guy. He was Excellent. And then he degraded. He aged. He got old. Instead of the mysterious revitalization of a Mark McGwire or Barry Bonds or Roger Clemens as they aged, Pujols got worse. He fought against it, tooth and nail, and hung in to win more, to succeed more. And he got rewarded.
There are four entire human beings in the 700 Home Run Club. Barry Bonds, Hank Aaron, Babe Ruth, and now Albert Pujols. He joins Hank as the only members of the 700/3000 Club.
I dunno where I'm going with this. The world is such a drastically different place from when I first started hanging out in my college common room talking about "this kid in St. Louis" with the other sports fans.
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A hideous fruit, disgracing itself.
Allo-Aro
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