I am with Haspel on this one — you admire a baseball player (or scorn him) for what he does on the field, not in the club house. Eighty percent of the stiffs in the press box butcher more sentences than Dick Stuart did ground balls, so who cares if the peckerwoods of the C section don’t like Barry Bonds? It’s not like they appreciate excellance in their own craft, so why should we expect them to recognize it in sport? (Halbertsam’s arrogant pronouncements not withstanding.)