Did They Get You To Trade Your Heroes For……Goats

I listened off-and-on yesterday to the three-ring circus that was going on in Washington with the baseball steroid hearings involving Roger Clemens, Brian McNamee and rotating cast of dirtbags and rats associated with the whole thing. What a zoo. It should give you great comfort to know that one of your representatives in Washington (supposedly some of the best and brightest, they say) asked Clemens this gem: “can you tell me a little more about your workout regime?”

Your workout regime? REGIME? For purposes of clarity, here’s the dictionary definition of the word regime:

“the period during which a particular government or ruling system is in power.”

Yep, this is your Congress, the best and brightest. Or how about one them ending their line of questioning with the statement to Clemens: “I know you’ll be going to heaven.”

Are you serious? Word is that Clemens did a goodwill tour through DC a few days before the hearings and it couldn’t have been any more obvious who he charmed…..and who he didn’t charm. Thankfully, some of these representatives were not googly-eyed about Clemens and rightfully asked him some tough questions. Of course, Clemens is lying. McNamee is probably lying as well in some form. It’s all so sad, really. Lots of our childhood heroes are just punks now. The good news is that I can learn from this for my own kids. But that’s another topic.

Clemens was bumbling, stumbling and mispronouncing words. His claim that Andy Pettite “must have mis-remembered” made me laugh out loud. No wonder he and George Bush get along well. OK, some of it can probably be attributed to nerves. I’ll give him that. After all, it is the reputation and status of a huge, pathetic narcissist on the line. McNamee came off as a rat. One of those guys who will throw his mother under the bus if he had to. But the guy has nothing to lose, really – and all accounts (Pettite, Knoblauch, etc) indicate he’s telling the truth. But there’s something stinky going on with him as well.

The whole thing is a joke now. I even love that Clemens didn’t know what a vegan was. Perhaps the funniest part of the whole sad day.

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The Rocket’s Red Glare

For some strange reason, I am hoping that Roger Clemens finds a way to prove his innocence. With each passing day, however, it appears less and less likely, doesn’t it? For years and years, all we heard about and saw was his insanely rigorous workout program in the off-season, how hard he worked in the gym and what a role model he was for younger players. Broadcasters marveled at his conditioning and how he could still throw a baseball at ungodly speeds in his forties. Now, this.

Barry Bonds is a different story – everyone just knows he’s done it. Clemens was the guy who did it through good old hard work. Or so we thought. Do I feel bad for the guy? Not really. Although I do believe that many are quick to convict him and that the whole “innocent until proven guilty” adage has been unfairly thrown out the window, Clemens public actions keep convincing me that something nefarious is going on. He’s acting like he’s convinced himself that he never did it. We’ll see how it all shakes out, but I’m holding out hope he’s innocent. Something is nagging at me though, which indicates that he’s not. Sad.

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