As party lines go, this one leaves a bit to be desired. Right about now would be a good time for someone to check on what Howie Spira’s doing these days.
You’ll note that however desperate McNamee sounded, at no point did he specifically offer to recant his statements to the Mitchell Commission. And at no point did Roger Clemens specifically ask his former trainer to change his story. Presumably, that would be witness tampering.
But it’s great to know the Rocket is looking forward to joining “the private sector” — presumably he’s been a member for a while already.
Kinda desperate on The Needle’s part, imo. I did like the part where he told the reporters —
>”Do you think I played my career because I’m worried about the damn Hall of
>Fame?” he told a room filled with many potential voters. “You keep your vote.
>I don’t need the Hall of Fame to justify that I put my butt on the line and I
>worked my tail off, and I defy anybody to say I did it by cheating or taking any
> shortcuts, OK?”
That’s one of the great, You Can’t Fire Me, I Just Quit moments of all time. And if I were his lawyer, Rusty Hardon, I would definitely tell a client denying he got any injections of steroids in his ass not to mention putting his “butt on the line” or working “my tail off” while under oath.
Ben
Sorry, forgot that quote’s link:
http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/news?slug=ap-steroids-clemens&prov=ap&type=lgns
Ben
I don’t know which was worse, that Clemens stomped out so quickly after making everyone listen to that entire phone call…or that two of the actual questions were “do you think steroids are cheating?” and “do you think Andy Pettitte is a cheater?” How do those MVN bloggers get access to such an event?
“Can I drink water? Is that OK? Can I drink water?…. And I can swallow.”
not only would I like to know what Howie Spira thinks of Brian McNamee, I’m curious why Mike Piazza hasn’t been called — sooner than Hank Steinbrenner, anyway.
I also like Clemens’ bold challenge — “I defy anyone to say I did it by cheating” — after the Mitchell Report and every sports fan/writer/blogger/drug dealer in North America already has said it. Fortunately for this blog, Clemens has unlimited money, unlimited attitude, and a very limited sense of how much the public backs him — and he’s doing a hell of job of making Barry Bonds look like a master of public relations.
I was thinking about Barry during all of this. He’s the happiest man on Earth right now.