Baseball's beauty is that it can spark childlike wonder. That there are those perfect moments we can enjoy even in aged cynicism. Because there's an understanding that they exist in a a complicated and flawed ecosystem. Barry Bonds was that perfect moment at home plate. He did fairytale things but wasn't the right protagonist. It was still a hell of a story.

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