The sorry saga is finally over. Thank God. The most contempt ridden milestone in Major League history is now in the record book. Big Head Barry Bonds broke Hank Aaron’s career home-run record last night when he blasted No. 756 into the seats in the deepest part of AT&T Park. Bud Selig was AWOL, good for him, Aaron was asleep, and outside the sad souls living in the cocoon called San Francisco, Bonds’ achievement was greeted mostly with indifference or disdain. About a minute after Bonds’ blast, the historic moment was replayed on the Coors Field Jumbo-Tron in Denver. Aside from a few scattered cheers, the prevailing sentiment was the crescendo of boos cascading down from the stands. “There is a cloud of suspicion over everything he’s done,” said former MLB commissioner Fay Vincent. Ya think. Most of those inside the game of baseball, including the players, have acted like brain-washed lemmings, praising Bonds’ assault on the record book with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Rock the boat, and you become about as popular as Curt Schilling. It sure would have been nice, though, if the record-breaking night felt as good as the love fest at Wrigley Field Sunday evening when Tom Glavine bagged career win No. 300. Oh well! It’s August now and the Dog Days are upon us. Good time to focus on what’s really important. The pennant races are heating up.