It’s said records are made to be broken. But they’re not. Not all of them.
Rickey Henderson’s stolen base records, for example, are made to be admired as they zoom off into the distance, never to be touched. Cy Young’s wins record was made to be a relic, as it turns out, an anachronism, a scratchy transmission through the wires from baseball’s past.
It’s more: Records are made to be chased, and broken records are made to be fun.
That’s part of what Aaron Judge gave us — Yankees fans, baseball fans, grudging admirers of anyone wearing pinstripes, sports nuts, those who appreciate greatness in whatever arena it is expressed — on Wednesday night, when he launched his 61st home run of the season, tying Roger Maris’s 61-year-old American League record.
