Barry Bonds: Where Is He Celebrating HR Record?

As Barry Bonds' inevitable assumption of the home run throne approaches, we wonder:

What will Bonds do to celebrate? Who will Bonds look to to share his joy? Which people will Bonds trust to genuinely share in the unmitigated pride and unabashed glory of his accomplishment?

The entire chase has been surreal. From the moment that Bonds was within a reasonable distance to fear that he would take the crown, the pressure and non-stop media crucifixion began.

Somehow, despite the evidence, admissions and failed tests of others; Bonds has been the poster boy of steroids. Bonds has been the one continually called a cheater. Bonds has been the one that has drawn the ire of every supposed guardian of the game of baseball.

At the same time, dozen of players have failed tests. Jason Giambi has all but confessed to using PED's.

But Bonds takes the brunt of the press corps led malfeasance and takes the verbal assaults launched by the talking heads on TV an Radio.

With all that hatred, it is no wonder that, instead of saying "I'm going to Disney World"...Bonds is saying:

After the record is broken and the spotlight has faded, Bonds revealed where he wants to celebrate — Africa. He complained that he had never taken a vacation because he was always hard at work. But sometime soon, he should have an extended break.

It is a wonderful statement and a wholly sad sentiment, at once.

Certainly, Bonds desire to return to the land of the original baseball player is understandable. Returning to the Mother Continent is something all athletes should consider doing after a notable achievement.

But, the sad reality is that his desire to return is probably prompted by the hatred, jealousy and down right ill will with which the white media has covered this glorious chase of immortality.

We believe Africa is the land in which Bonds belongs.

The time has manifested itself.

Take the home run record to the continent on which it belongs.

Hit 756, Barry. Run the bases. Run straight out through the dugout, through the clubhouse to your limo. Head to the airport. And get on a plane.

It's the fitting ending for this chase the media has so viciously tainted.