On Oct. 26, 2002, in the top of the sixth inning of Game 6 of the World Series between the Anaheim Angels and the San Francisco Giants, Barry Bonds came to bat. There were no outs, no runners on base, and the Giants were leading 3-0. Bonds had hit three home runs in the series so far, and his reign as hitting king had reached yet another peak. He takes a strike to the outside corner from Angels’ pitcher, Francisco Rodriguez, and proceeds to hit the next pitch — a belt high fastball — into the right field bleachers for yet another home run.

Hit isn’t the right word in this situation: Crush, obliterate, destroy, these words seem more suitable descriptors. The sheer noise that his bat makes when it connects sends a shiver down my spine. Imagine a sharp axe striking through a dried log. Hear that sound, that crack like a clap of thunder in your ear drowned quickly in the roar of a crowd in awe. Announcer Joe Buck manages to call the moment stating, “That is CRUSHED, deep into the night and it’s 4-0 San Francisco,” while his co-commentator, Tim McCarver, can only offer a stunned “Oh!” The summary of Bonds as a hitter, the terror he instilled in teams, the reason he drew huge crowds and was treated like a spectacle of the sporting world, it can all be summed in that clip.