Crash and burn.
How much longer must we tune in to witness Rocket’s failure to launch this ill-fated attempt to clear his ‘good name’.
As his trusted attorney Rusty Hardin feverishly works to re-plot Rocket’s ever changing trajectory, I’m reminded of this guy who once skipped town and headed North despite his vehement assertions that at heart, he was a Southern Boy, and if he couldn’t play ball here in Beantown then the only place he’d rather be is back home on the range.
Maybe I’m misremembering it, but isn’t this the same good ol’ boy who famously declared he wanted to either stay in Boston or move closer to home and then quickly changed his tune to ‘O’ Canada’ once the Blue Jays came calling.
I just don’t trust Roger Dodger. Simply put, Roger Clemens is a big fat liar.
As y’all know by know, Clemens appeared last week in a Congressional hearing aimed at extracting the truth in the tangled web that both Clemens and his former trainer Brian McNamee have woven over the past few weeks. McNamee claims that he injected Clemens with steroids and human growth hormone (both banned substances by Major League Baseball). Clemens claims that McNamee did no such thing.
Originally, Clemens pulled a tactic out of Murder She Wrote and tried to get McNamee to come clean on these ‘allegations’ through a shady recorded phone call. Of course, for the 20 plus minutes that McNamee pleaded with Clemens to “Tell me what you want me to do”, at no point did Clemens ever say the words, “Tell them you lied. Tell them you never injected me with steroids.” That whole encounter smacked of bully tactics – with Clemens acting the role of a mean junkyard dog whose mere presence would get McNamee to cower.
The thing is, the fear of jail time can inject some reserves of courage and backbone and make people do crazy things. Like, tell the truth. With McNamee facing federal pressure to provide intel on what he knows of steroids and Major League Baseball, he was forced to name the names of guys he admired.
In with Clemens went Andy Pettitte and Chuck Knoblauch. And it’s those two names that damn Clemens as those two guys have vetted McNamee’s account. Why do that? I think Pettitte and Knoblauch know the way to curry favor in the court of public opinion is simply to apologize – to fess up for bad behavior. Our society is a forgiving one. Let’s face it, these guys aren’t OJ. They didn’t kill anybody. By pleading for the public’s forgiveness, they reveal themselves to be human – our superheroes rendered mortal. I think that strikes a chord in Johnny from Burger King. We all make mistakes.
But Clemens is a rootin’ tootin cowboy who isn’t going to stop until he has assassinated every last inch of his target – himself. By conducting this bizarre clandestine operation to clear his name, he only slanders it more. Hidden microphones. Nanny intimidation. Back slapping with the Congressmen. It all smacks of corruption.
And it echoes Clemens warped view of his world.
Last week, prior to the Congressional meet and greet, the New York Post reported that while Andy Pettitte would not be called before Congress to repeat testimony provided in his deposition, the contents of that deposition apparently supported McNamee’s allegations concerning Clemens (as well as he and Knoblauch). Those privy to the contents of the deposition called it “devastating“. Yet Clemens tried to brush off this testimony of a credible witness (Pettitte) by stating Pettitte “misremembered” details. He also issued a statement saying this would not impact the good friendship he shared with Pettitte and his wife.
Yesterday afternoon, Pettitte answered questions from the press regarding his own admissions. On the subject of Clemens, Pettitte reportedly described their friendship as “strained for some time now“.
Roger Clemens lives in Bizarro world. One where North is South. One where strained relationships are close friendships. One where lying before Congress isn’t perjury.
We all know why Clemens did it. At the end of his career here in Boston – one that Dan Duquette predicted as the end of the road – Roger spied his twilight’s last gleaming and panicked. He gave in to peer pressure and ordered up another cycle of Lidocaine and B12 shots.
It’s time he cowboy up and just admit his past mistakes.
Or suffer these bombs bursting in air.