More Evidence Yet for Evolution

I should be half dead. Millions richer, but half dead. The principle of self-preservation just cost me several million dollars (and a pair of broken sunglasses).

Barry Bonds's 756th home run ball landed close enough for me to smell the cologne he was wearing when he hit it (BTW Barry, Nautica Competition is sooo 1992 Pittsburgh Pirates.)

Unfortunately, I left unscathed; with nothing to show for the struggle but the passing barroom fame of having been a row above the scrum from which the world's newest millionaire emerged.

But at least I wasn't the only one to whiff:


This wasn't my first dose of Barry Bonds-related history. I'll accept game invitations to an eventual A-rod attempt.

[Update: clarified which homerun it was (the big one.) There are videos linked from the comments.]