One of the most difficult moments of pre-Crisis Dugout writing was figuring out what to say when Barry Bonds broke the all-time home run record. It happened on one of my days to write. I wish it hadn't. I wish I'd gotten the day when he dressed up like Paula Abdul. But it was my job to write about Bonds and what that moment meant to the sport, and against all good reason I became wrapped up in the emotion, and, well, wrote something nice.As more and more time passes between that moment and the next, my good will flows away and I'm left highlighting and deleting entire paragraphs of Bonds-fonted Roger Clemens jokes and desperately trying to remember, as the man walks away gracefully with his middle finger in the air, what it felt like to love him.
