He could realistically catch Willie Mays by the end of next year, and then Alex Rodriguez the year after that—or perhaps he has to wait until the following season, his final one under contract, to run down A-Rod and then Babe Ruth. “Greatness” is harder to put a name on than “history,” harder to taxonomize, harder to recognize in the moment. But it was those hallucinatory St. Louis numbers that made it so we can now put Albert Pujols’s name in the same sentences as the legends. Over the course of a career, you might say, greatness facilitates history. We can appreciate them both.