Bud Selig and I have had similar expressions.
When Barry Bonds launched No. 755 into the San Diego stands, Selig was among the last to stand in the stadium. When he was motioned to rise, he then stood there the same way I did after seeing a local high school perform "The Nutcraker."
I guess I'll call it the "Huh? It's over? Oh, I'll stand" response. I actually think I clapped when the kids took a bow, though.
Selig's lukewarm attitude has been embarrassing. He would have benefited greater by choosing a definitive stance on Bonds breaking the record -- whether for or against it.
But he's teetered on the line of "Innocent until proven guilty" and "hands in the pocket when it's crunch time." Now they say he'll miss the next three games in San Francisco. If you're there for 755, you have to be there for 756. When's the last time you saw footage of Henry Aaron hitting No. 714? I don't know that I've ever seen that. Only 715.
This whole situation has furthered my impression of Selig as a big dumb animal.
