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It’s official: Barry Bonds has the home run record. He stroked number 756 into the right field seats about 10 minutes ago off of a Washington Nationals pitcher named Mike Bacsik. We assume Bacsik will sleep with at least three random women in bars in 2007 by saying, ‘I served up history this season, baby.’

Bonds homered. The sheep crowd roared. Charm has been a chore for B-squared for the last few years, but don’t expect any acrid exchanges with the media now that he owns one of the best records in the sport. At least for the rest of the month, anyway.

The column we’re most looking forward to this week? With any luck, Selena Roberts of the New York Times will follow-up on this piece she penned after he hit 755. After the jump, a sampling:

“An identity theft has just unfolded. In the crushing instant when Barry Bonds matched Hank Aaron’s legend in San Diego, there were suddenly two Home Run Kings in baseball lore: one a vainglorious impostor, the other an authentic icon.

With the two standing side by side, Bonds is the sultan in the costume jewelry crown, his 755 home runs written into the books with the penmanship of a fabulist.

His distorted immortality is lab made. Aaron was self-made. He was a modest player drawn from reality, with everyman features, extraordinary talent and a social conscience.

So it seems like simple math to vilify Bonds and exalt Aaron in a split screen by the numbers, with one Brave’s consistency measured against a Giant’s synthetic spike.

But the heist of baseball’s most sacred record is a more complicated fraud. This was a journey to deception replete with passive accessories (Commissioner Bud Selig), obfuscating co-conspirators (union boss Don Fehr) and ham-handed federal investigators who never rounded the bag in time to stop Bonds.€