I am an unabashed baseball fan — I think it may be the most pure game there is, and I like nothing better, on a lazy summer afternoon, than to head to the ballpark and watch the Lynx play.

Today, however, my heart is heavy for the future of the game for a very specific reason — I’m worried that Barry Bonds, should he break Hank Aaron’s home run record in the next couple of months, might harm the game in a permanent way that time won’t heal.

No matter you’re opinion of Bonds the athlete, there is no denying Bonds is bad at selling the game.  He’s always been more about Barry Bonds than about the team, or the game, and he’s been one of those athletes unwilling to realize how good they have it, etc.  In short, by all accounts he’s been graceless, tactless, and — here’s the largest condemnation — not a winner.  That’s right, there are no World Series rings on Barry Bonds’ fingers.

Hank Aaron?  World Series winner …

Babe Ruth?  World Series winner …

So, Mr. Bonds, here’s what you can do to preserve the game that has made you wealthy beyond your wildest imagination and has brought you fame and fortune …

Since the Giants finished under .500 last year, unless they are in a tight pennant race, there will be no competitive reason to carry on, so my advice, Mr. Bonds, is as follows: Tie the record, then retire.

Hit 755 homeruns, then say “I’m done.”

Otherwise, it’s an asterisk for you forever, Mr. Bonds, and every discussion of the most home runs ever will start, ” well, Hank Aaron hit 755 homeruns clean, but Barry Bonds got __ and kind of holds the record.”

You might want to ask Roger Maris how he felt about the asterisk for his whole life — particularly since his asterisk was for a much less serious transgression of the rules.

Will Barry Bonds listen?  Has he ever?