So it’s been a while since I wrote anything.
Sue me.
I haven’t had anything that I feel I have had to contribute in a while. Nothing has inspired me to focus on anything. I haven’t had a specific direction.
In the business, they call it “finding your voice”. Of course, I’m not in “the business” nor do I pretend to be… yet.
Also, having a beautiful baby girl will slow things down pretty quickly. Sports have been far from the front lines in the little war going on in my deranged mind.
One thing I have found interesting though is the recent increase in sports media. Blogging, sports talk radio, “Man Shows” on TV talking sports opinion have recently had the volume turned up. So much so that Bob Costas took an hour and a half to focus on it on Costas Now on HBO.
Now I love sports media, particularly because it’s a nice break from the reality that rules most of our lives: job, money, kids, money, bills, taxes and money (mainly lack there of).
The economy stinks and only looks like it’s getting worse. There are people out there who can’t sell their house and can’t afford to live in it anymore. The only thing they can look forward to is seeing if their Celtics can make a run through the playoffs.
Lives change drastically, for better or worse. Sports and sports media give us the chance to feel like part of something, like our opinion really matters. Some people say that all this extra sports coverage is just mind-numbing trash.
Sometimes, it’s the only way to escape.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Spring is Rounding Third...
The sun is out, the snow has melted and spring training is under way. This past weekend we were able to reset our clocks, allowing us an extra hour of afternoon golf... I mean daylight. The seemingly never-ending grey deathscape of winter is beginning to finally fade away.
As if in a trance, I have found myself cleaning up my backyard, trying on shorts, dusting off my clubs and eying potential Mets tickets. The Hot Stove has been extinguished and baseball games, although meaningless, are underway. I am beginning to find that I am more often in a better mood than I was just a month ago.
There is a reason we love spring. It means we get to go outside and play again. A round of golf, a game of softball, a match of tennis or even, ugh, a nice run.
I am awaiting that fresh smell of pollen and fresh cut grass, kids carrying baseball gloves and lacrosse sticks through the neighborhood, sun actually shining directly on my forearms.
Can you feel it? Are you itching to get outside and play?
Well, there’s a forecast of snow showers this Saturday.
As if in a trance, I have found myself cleaning up my backyard, trying on shorts, dusting off my clubs and eying potential Mets tickets. The Hot Stove has been extinguished and baseball games, although meaningless, are underway. I am beginning to find that I am more often in a better mood than I was just a month ago.
There is a reason we love spring. It means we get to go outside and play again. A round of golf, a game of softball, a match of tennis or even, ugh, a nice run.
I am awaiting that fresh smell of pollen and fresh cut grass, kids carrying baseball gloves and lacrosse sticks through the neighborhood, sun actually shining directly on my forearms.
Can you feel it? Are you itching to get outside and play?
Well, there’s a forecast of snow showers this Saturday.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
There once was a team in New York
I’m not much of an NBA fan of late. That’s strange for me, because growing up, I couldn’t get enough of it. I was a huge Knicks fan and probably went to Madison Square Garden more than any other sporting venue. I loved the NBA, and not just my Knicks heroes: Patrick Ewing, Charles Oakley, John Starks, Mark Jackson, but followed plenty of other NBA superstars: Michael Jordan, Hakeem Olojuwan, Charles Barkley, Chris Mullin, and Shawn Kemp. The NBA was my thing! I still have entire taped All-Star weekends and Playoff games.
So, last night, when the 2008 All-Star game was being played, I was actually struggling to stay interested. This lasted for about 12 minutes and then it was back to an old episode of Family Guy. There were no Knicks in the game (not a surprise since I don’t think it’s out of line to say that they suck) and the superstars seemed to be playing at ¾ speed. (Apparently, the game picked up in the final quarter and, thanks to LeBron James, was actually a really good ballgame.)
The reason for all this disdain is that my beloved New York Knicks are in the tank. Actually let me rephrase: The New York Knicks are approaching basketball death. Go ahead and say I’m overreacting, but consider this: The Knicks play in a city which at one time was basketball crazy and its fans were considered the most knowledgeable in the country. Now, NASCAR and arena football are getting more highlights on the evening news.
It’d be one thing if this is new, but this has been going on for quite some time now. For the past six seasons the Knicks have been a basement team and have shown no signs of improvement. There was a little action at the Garden when the fans started chanting and calling for the firing of the head coach and even the job of the owner. Now some of that has gone away, because Knicks fans, as knowledgeable as they are, know this is all a lost cause. The players know it too. Zach Randolph, probably the best all around player the team has, was quoted last week that “things aren’t working out here.” At 15-37, is that really an astute observation?
The worst part of it all? They have very little signs of improving, with a bloated, overpaid roster (highest payroll in the NBA) and plenty of long, expensive and thus untradable contracts. Ugly is on pace to get even uglier.
There were clues that a year like this was coming from the beginning. It started with Isaiah Thomas, the team’s head coach and scapegoat, probably deservedly so, in a nasty sexual harassment suit. As the season began, the Knicks hometown hero, Stephon Marbury started to complain about his playing time. When Isaiah put Marbury on the bench, he sulked and decided to leave the team. When he finally returned, Thomas asked the team to vote on whether Marbury should be allowed to play. The team voted unanimously no. Isaiah took this to heart and sat him all of one quarter.
Now there are some good roll models. Knicks Fever- Catch It!!
So I can’t see Thomas really getting a whole lot of respect out of his players. Knicks owner, Jim Dolan, in his infinite wisdom (I’ll go on record as saying he’s is the most incompetent owner in sports) decided to keep Isaiah as coach even though he had said over and over that he would fire him if he didn’t see the team improving.
Soon after the Marbury debacle, Thomas and Dolan had a closed door sit down. Neither party would discuss what was said.
So here is what I would like to think the conversation looked like:
Dolan: So we suck, huh?
Thomas: We can actually still make the playoffs.
Dolan: Really? The conference is that bad?
Thomas: Yep.
Dolan: Well, everyone wants me to fire you. This is a pretty bad team. Your moves haven’t worked, there’s booing every night and you’re yelling at the fans. I wish I could do that.
Thomas: Are they booing? I thought they were saying “twooooooo points.” And we accommodate the fans a few times with that…
Dolan: Nope it’s booing. I think I have to fire you.
Thomas: Well, think of it this way. Why fire me? Are you going to bring in a new coach now? There are some good draft picks coming up, so I don’t think you want this team improving too drastically and reducing chances to get some potential big stars. Why don’t we just let this season play out, call it a rebuilding year and trade away most of the team for nothing, continue to develop our young guys and start all over?
Dolan: re… rebuilding year? Teams do that?
Thomas: All the time, you just never did and I think it’s safe to say that if there’s been a time to consider it then…
Dolan: But I told everyone I’d fire you.
Thomas: Yeah, but you’ve told people a lot of things.
Dolan: That’s true.
Thomas: Just think, in 3-4 years we’ll look back at this and laugh.
Dolan: Yeah, besides we’ve still got the circus coming to MSG.
So, there you have it. At least, I hope that’s what’s going on. Maybe the realization has finally smacked some one in the forehead and there’s an end to this misery in sight. Rebuilding, a concept foreign to most New York teams.
Maybe someday I’ll be able to once again take my Knicks jersey out of the closet…
So, last night, when the 2008 All-Star game was being played, I was actually struggling to stay interested. This lasted for about 12 minutes and then it was back to an old episode of Family Guy. There were no Knicks in the game (not a surprise since I don’t think it’s out of line to say that they suck) and the superstars seemed to be playing at ¾ speed. (Apparently, the game picked up in the final quarter and, thanks to LeBron James, was actually a really good ballgame.)
The reason for all this disdain is that my beloved New York Knicks are in the tank. Actually let me rephrase: The New York Knicks are approaching basketball death. Go ahead and say I’m overreacting, but consider this: The Knicks play in a city which at one time was basketball crazy and its fans were considered the most knowledgeable in the country. Now, NASCAR and arena football are getting more highlights on the evening news.
It’d be one thing if this is new, but this has been going on for quite some time now. For the past six seasons the Knicks have been a basement team and have shown no signs of improvement. There was a little action at the Garden when the fans started chanting and calling for the firing of the head coach and even the job of the owner. Now some of that has gone away, because Knicks fans, as knowledgeable as they are, know this is all a lost cause. The players know it too. Zach Randolph, probably the best all around player the team has, was quoted last week that “things aren’t working out here.” At 15-37, is that really an astute observation?
The worst part of it all? They have very little signs of improving, with a bloated, overpaid roster (highest payroll in the NBA) and plenty of long, expensive and thus untradable contracts. Ugly is on pace to get even uglier.
There were clues that a year like this was coming from the beginning. It started with Isaiah Thomas, the team’s head coach and scapegoat, probably deservedly so, in a nasty sexual harassment suit. As the season began, the Knicks hometown hero, Stephon Marbury started to complain about his playing time. When Isaiah put Marbury on the bench, he sulked and decided to leave the team. When he finally returned, Thomas asked the team to vote on whether Marbury should be allowed to play. The team voted unanimously no. Isaiah took this to heart and sat him all of one quarter.
Now there are some good roll models. Knicks Fever- Catch It!!
So I can’t see Thomas really getting a whole lot of respect out of his players. Knicks owner, Jim Dolan, in his infinite wisdom (I’ll go on record as saying he’s is the most incompetent owner in sports) decided to keep Isaiah as coach even though he had said over and over that he would fire him if he didn’t see the team improving.
Soon after the Marbury debacle, Thomas and Dolan had a closed door sit down. Neither party would discuss what was said.
So here is what I would like to think the conversation looked like:
Dolan: So we suck, huh?
Thomas: We can actually still make the playoffs.
Dolan: Really? The conference is that bad?
Thomas: Yep.
Dolan: Well, everyone wants me to fire you. This is a pretty bad team. Your moves haven’t worked, there’s booing every night and you’re yelling at the fans. I wish I could do that.
Thomas: Are they booing? I thought they were saying “twooooooo points.” And we accommodate the fans a few times with that…
Dolan: Nope it’s booing. I think I have to fire you.
Thomas: Well, think of it this way. Why fire me? Are you going to bring in a new coach now? There are some good draft picks coming up, so I don’t think you want this team improving too drastically and reducing chances to get some potential big stars. Why don’t we just let this season play out, call it a rebuilding year and trade away most of the team for nothing, continue to develop our young guys and start all over?
Dolan: re… rebuilding year? Teams do that?
Thomas: All the time, you just never did and I think it’s safe to say that if there’s been a time to consider it then…
Dolan: But I told everyone I’d fire you.
Thomas: Yeah, but you’ve told people a lot of things.
Dolan: That’s true.
Thomas: Just think, in 3-4 years we’ll look back at this and laugh.
Dolan: Yeah, besides we’ve still got the circus coming to MSG.
So, there you have it. At least, I hope that’s what’s going on. Maybe the realization has finally smacked some one in the forehead and there’s an end to this misery in sight. Rebuilding, a concept foreign to most New York teams.
Maybe someday I’ll be able to once again take my Knicks jersey out of the closet…
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
That Golfing Itch...
I love golf.
Ask my wife.
She knows I love golf. This might be why she tends to dislike golf. This may also explain that when I pine to play golf she tends to dislike me.
To date, I’ve only met one other person as obsessed with golf as I am. My golfing buddy, who moved to North Carolina, so he can play more golf is the only other dude that I have met that has revealed his ridiculous obsession to me.
I have other golfing buddies, who also love golf, but they have played the game for much longer, in college actually and since they don’t play nearly as often any more, are finding their games in decline and therefore have lost the obsession that possesses me. And I do mean possess.
The strange thing is, I’m not really sure why I’m THIS obsessed with golf. I can’t stop. Some days I wish that I could play everyday, but then I rule out that option because I know that by doing that I would come to grow tired of it. This is how my mind actually works. However, not a day goes by that I don’t consider taking a little time out to work on some aspect of my golf game. Strangely I’ve grown to enjoy this almost as much as playing an actual round.
Here’s another strange thing. I’d say that 30% of the time when I’m going to play a round, I’m not even in the mood to play. It’s as if I’m being drawn to the course by some invisible force. Once there, I’ll enjoy my round, but once I begin to struggle, even just a little bit, I become furious, incorrigible, blistering Incredible Hulk mad. I want to never pick up a club again. There have been times it took everything I had to keep from walking off the course. There have been a very few times I have actually quit my round.
And here’s a funny thing, if I have a fantastic round, my desire to play again wanes, as if the beast has been quelled.
Perhaps that driving obsession is healthy, perhaps not. I’m not sure. I aspire to play in tournaments, but nothing too serious with too much at stake. Too much pressure to fail makes me think that I might resent the game. And yet, that pressure is what I keep looking for, by playing tougher courses and playing in some sort of competition.
I read about golf. I read about instruction, equipment, courses and professionals. I read about epic golf sagas and I read about new swing theories. I even listen to it on my satellite radio. The worst part of all of it is that I know that it’s really boring, but I can’t help it. If there’s a golf store nearby, I have to enter. I know I’m probably not going to buy anything, but I want to be surrounded by golf. I can spend hours in there, accomplishing pretty much nothing. If I drive by a golf course, I have to stare at it, longing to play on it, even though I know full well that its probably private or overpriced, and that I ‘m just asking to smash into the Beamer in front of me.
I guess that there is just something about a well-struck golf shot. Something about a well-played round. Something about a beautiful golf course. It all just saturates my being. I mean for one thing, golf does take place outside, where you’re surrounded my manicured grass. Who doesn’t like a walk in the park? Along with that grass is water and sand. Who doesn’t like the beach? And you’re playing golf; don’t we all like to play?
And yet, I can make it feel so much like work…
I never understood people who would join a country club and just play the same course over and over. I think the best thing about golf is that no course is the same as the other. The process will always be different.
Which leads me to my next strange thought process of golf: how I can metaphysically mirror it to life.
Think about it. No course is the exact same. Is any day the exact same as before? I t might seem like it is, but its not. There’s always a different challenge, a different goal, a different method, a different outcome. In golf its fun to hit big bombs, pull off trick shots and have the newest, shiny equipment. But if you want to be good, really good, you have to pay close attention to the small details. It might feel manly to crack that big drive followed by that stop-on-a-dime approach shot, but if you can’t sink that little four foot putt, you’re back on par with everyone else. To be a great golfer, you have to work at it, and sweat the small stuff, if you don’t, you’ll get frustrated and end up right back where you started.
Too deep?
So, this has been fun. To put down on paper what has been itching my brain when it comes to this silly little game. I still haven’t determined if the obsession is healthy or not, but I know that I might love this game a little too much. The only real comfort I can take is that I know I’m not alone.
Now, I wonder where the closest golf store is…
Ask my wife.
She knows I love golf. This might be why she tends to dislike golf. This may also explain that when I pine to play golf she tends to dislike me.
To date, I’ve only met one other person as obsessed with golf as I am. My golfing buddy, who moved to North Carolina, so he can play more golf is the only other dude that I have met that has revealed his ridiculous obsession to me.
I have other golfing buddies, who also love golf, but they have played the game for much longer, in college actually and since they don’t play nearly as often any more, are finding their games in decline and therefore have lost the obsession that possesses me. And I do mean possess.
The strange thing is, I’m not really sure why I’m THIS obsessed with golf. I can’t stop. Some days I wish that I could play everyday, but then I rule out that option because I know that by doing that I would come to grow tired of it. This is how my mind actually works. However, not a day goes by that I don’t consider taking a little time out to work on some aspect of my golf game. Strangely I’ve grown to enjoy this almost as much as playing an actual round.
Here’s another strange thing. I’d say that 30% of the time when I’m going to play a round, I’m not even in the mood to play. It’s as if I’m being drawn to the course by some invisible force. Once there, I’ll enjoy my round, but once I begin to struggle, even just a little bit, I become furious, incorrigible, blistering Incredible Hulk mad. I want to never pick up a club again. There have been times it took everything I had to keep from walking off the course. There have been a very few times I have actually quit my round.
And here’s a funny thing, if I have a fantastic round, my desire to play again wanes, as if the beast has been quelled.
Perhaps that driving obsession is healthy, perhaps not. I’m not sure. I aspire to play in tournaments, but nothing too serious with too much at stake. Too much pressure to fail makes me think that I might resent the game. And yet, that pressure is what I keep looking for, by playing tougher courses and playing in some sort of competition.
I read about golf. I read about instruction, equipment, courses and professionals. I read about epic golf sagas and I read about new swing theories. I even listen to it on my satellite radio. The worst part of all of it is that I know that it’s really boring, but I can’t help it. If there’s a golf store nearby, I have to enter. I know I’m probably not going to buy anything, but I want to be surrounded by golf. I can spend hours in there, accomplishing pretty much nothing. If I drive by a golf course, I have to stare at it, longing to play on it, even though I know full well that its probably private or overpriced, and that I ‘m just asking to smash into the Beamer in front of me.
I guess that there is just something about a well-struck golf shot. Something about a well-played round. Something about a beautiful golf course. It all just saturates my being. I mean for one thing, golf does take place outside, where you’re surrounded my manicured grass. Who doesn’t like a walk in the park? Along with that grass is water and sand. Who doesn’t like the beach? And you’re playing golf; don’t we all like to play?
And yet, I can make it feel so much like work…
I never understood people who would join a country club and just play the same course over and over. I think the best thing about golf is that no course is the same as the other. The process will always be different.
Which leads me to my next strange thought process of golf: how I can metaphysically mirror it to life.
Think about it. No course is the exact same. Is any day the exact same as before? I t might seem like it is, but its not. There’s always a different challenge, a different goal, a different method, a different outcome. In golf its fun to hit big bombs, pull off trick shots and have the newest, shiny equipment. But if you want to be good, really good, you have to pay close attention to the small details. It might feel manly to crack that big drive followed by that stop-on-a-dime approach shot, but if you can’t sink that little four foot putt, you’re back on par with everyone else. To be a great golfer, you have to work at it, and sweat the small stuff, if you don’t, you’ll get frustrated and end up right back where you started.
Too deep?
So, this has been fun. To put down on paper what has been itching my brain when it comes to this silly little game. I still haven’t determined if the obsession is healthy or not, but I know that I might love this game a little too much. The only real comfort I can take is that I know I’m not alone.
Now, I wonder where the closest golf store is…
I CAN'T STANDS NO MORE!!
It was a pretty sad state of affairs for just about everybody.
Sad for baseball.
Sad for fans.
Sad for congress.
Sad for the people who elected these people to congress.
The congressional hearing that featured Roger Clemens and Brian McNamee had so little to do with HGH and steroids. Really, it did. All it really was, was a he said-he said drama played out between two scoundrels in front of our proudly elected sewing circle.
Now, I’m not saying that all of the representatives on Capitol Hill are idiots and not respectable, but there were some. The whole ordeal was such a circus that every voter should ask for a refund. Where do I start?
Well, first of all, why in the blue hell does this hearing happen in the first place? This was supposed to take place in a trial. The congressmen had said over and over that this is not a trial. This had very little bearing on the law. In fact, actual votes on actual laws and legislation would be taking place during the hearing and the representatives could excuse themselves to go vote on said events IF THEY WANT TO.
What the hell?
So we elected these guys and gals and pay them our tax dollars to grill the pitcher and the trainer to see who’s lying? Doesn’t anyone see a problem with this?
What’s next, a senator whose going to review NFL videotape? Wait, is that really happening?
Those who argue that our country has really lost our priorities, look no further.
The worst of it was, I couldn’t tear myself away from it all… I still can’t.
Roger Clemens is a liar, a bully and a cheat. Those who think otherwise, and I say this with all due respect, back to kindergarten you go. Seriously. You’re just dumb and gullible.
Brian McNamee isn’t exactly a peach either. But let us remember, he was the one injecting and obtaining illegal drugs. He’s also a sex offender and a liar. So his “credibility” is not spotless by any means.
HOWEVER…
Will someone please explain to me what he gains by lying about Clemens? No one seems to want to broach that subject.
Clemens employed him, treated him like family and without him, McNamee is a trainer in New York Sports Club helping housewives lose their baby weight.
So, why did he need to lie about Clemens? Was he screwed over? Was he jealous?
Please.
McNamee injected Andy Pettitte with HGH. Pettitte confirmed that that was true. He injected Chuck Knoblach. Knoblach confirmed that too. He even injected Clemens’ wife, and that isn’t under dispute. So, is someone trying to tell me that his main client, his paycheck, his career is the only one who did NOT get any injections? Not only that, they never even discussed it?
Of course its not like he told anyone that he used HGH…
Oh wait, Andy Pettitte said he told congress in a sworn deposition that he did . His wife confirmed it. Of course Pettitte could be lying, except that the fact no one has actually heard Andy Pettitte lie before and that he so religious that he doesn’t to have to answer to God for not being truthful.
Clemens said that Pettitte “misheard”. And then that he “misremembered”.
New rule of lying: make up words.
My favorite low was definitely Rep. Dan Burton’s line of questioning. I really want to know if he has box seats in Yankee stadium or wore a Clemens jersey to the hearing. Burton claimed that McNamee lied about Roger Clemens being at a Joe Conseco party a while back, because, while McNamee said he was, Jose Conseco gave a sworn testimony that he wasn’t. So, Mr. Burton, good ol’ admitted steroid cheater Jose Conseco is all of the sudden a bastion of truth? Burton went on to call Clemens a Titan of baseball and that McNamee was smearing his reputation. Of course, we love seeing our elected officials acting professional and unbiased, its fun. Note to future sports titans, make sure your get Rep. Burton something autographed; never know when you’ll need him.
Burton is a Titan of stupidity.
In the end it seems that the majority of the representatives at the hearing knew Clemens was lying. A poll on ESPN said that 68% of the country believes he’s lying. Now, what’s up with that 32%?? I am floored that even 32% of this country can swallow any of this trite. Maybe that 32% thought the poll was asking who’d win in a pitching duel.
Don’t tell me I’m being one sided. I already know I am. Roger Clemens, the man who intentionally threw at Mike Piazza, hitting him in the head, and then decided to cool things down between the two later in the World Series by throwing a broken bat at him, is supposed to get a pass on all this? His stories have more holes in them than mesh and I’ve heard him fumble over more words and angrily proclaim his innocence than I care to anymore. Apparently, if Clemens gets mad and yells then you’re supposed to believe him. That only worked with my dad.
Clemens was arrogantly unprepared and looked stupid, as he should have. It was like he expected everyone to believe him because he’s Roger Clemens, greatest pitcher of all time. And, if you believe him, to coin a phrase: “I’ve got a bridge in Brooklyn I want to sell you.”
Sad for baseball.
Sad for fans.
Sad for congress.
Sad for the people who elected these people to congress.
The congressional hearing that featured Roger Clemens and Brian McNamee had so little to do with HGH and steroids. Really, it did. All it really was, was a he said-he said drama played out between two scoundrels in front of our proudly elected sewing circle.
Now, I’m not saying that all of the representatives on Capitol Hill are idiots and not respectable, but there were some. The whole ordeal was such a circus that every voter should ask for a refund. Where do I start?
Well, first of all, why in the blue hell does this hearing happen in the first place? This was supposed to take place in a trial. The congressmen had said over and over that this is not a trial. This had very little bearing on the law. In fact, actual votes on actual laws and legislation would be taking place during the hearing and the representatives could excuse themselves to go vote on said events IF THEY WANT TO.
What the hell?
So we elected these guys and gals and pay them our tax dollars to grill the pitcher and the trainer to see who’s lying? Doesn’t anyone see a problem with this?
What’s next, a senator whose going to review NFL videotape? Wait, is that really happening?
Those who argue that our country has really lost our priorities, look no further.
The worst of it was, I couldn’t tear myself away from it all… I still can’t.
Roger Clemens is a liar, a bully and a cheat. Those who think otherwise, and I say this with all due respect, back to kindergarten you go. Seriously. You’re just dumb and gullible.
Brian McNamee isn’t exactly a peach either. But let us remember, he was the one injecting and obtaining illegal drugs. He’s also a sex offender and a liar. So his “credibility” is not spotless by any means.
HOWEVER…
Will someone please explain to me what he gains by lying about Clemens? No one seems to want to broach that subject.
Clemens employed him, treated him like family and without him, McNamee is a trainer in New York Sports Club helping housewives lose their baby weight.
So, why did he need to lie about Clemens? Was he screwed over? Was he jealous?
Please.
McNamee injected Andy Pettitte with HGH. Pettitte confirmed that that was true. He injected Chuck Knoblach. Knoblach confirmed that too. He even injected Clemens’ wife, and that isn’t under dispute. So, is someone trying to tell me that his main client, his paycheck, his career is the only one who did NOT get any injections? Not only that, they never even discussed it?
Of course its not like he told anyone that he used HGH…
Oh wait, Andy Pettitte said he told congress in a sworn deposition that he did . His wife confirmed it. Of course Pettitte could be lying, except that the fact no one has actually heard Andy Pettitte lie before and that he so religious that he doesn’t to have to answer to God for not being truthful.
Clemens said that Pettitte “misheard”. And then that he “misremembered”.
New rule of lying: make up words.
My favorite low was definitely Rep. Dan Burton’s line of questioning. I really want to know if he has box seats in Yankee stadium or wore a Clemens jersey to the hearing. Burton claimed that McNamee lied about Roger Clemens being at a Joe Conseco party a while back, because, while McNamee said he was, Jose Conseco gave a sworn testimony that he wasn’t. So, Mr. Burton, good ol’ admitted steroid cheater Jose Conseco is all of the sudden a bastion of truth? Burton went on to call Clemens a Titan of baseball and that McNamee was smearing his reputation. Of course, we love seeing our elected officials acting professional and unbiased, its fun. Note to future sports titans, make sure your get Rep. Burton something autographed; never know when you’ll need him.
Burton is a Titan of stupidity.
In the end it seems that the majority of the representatives at the hearing knew Clemens was lying. A poll on ESPN said that 68% of the country believes he’s lying. Now, what’s up with that 32%?? I am floored that even 32% of this country can swallow any of this trite. Maybe that 32% thought the poll was asking who’d win in a pitching duel.
Don’t tell me I’m being one sided. I already know I am. Roger Clemens, the man who intentionally threw at Mike Piazza, hitting him in the head, and then decided to cool things down between the two later in the World Series by throwing a broken bat at him, is supposed to get a pass on all this? His stories have more holes in them than mesh and I’ve heard him fumble over more words and angrily proclaim his innocence than I care to anymore. Apparently, if Clemens gets mad and yells then you’re supposed to believe him. That only worked with my dad.
Clemens was arrogantly unprepared and looked stupid, as he should have. It was like he expected everyone to believe him because he’s Roger Clemens, greatest pitcher of all time. And, if you believe him, to coin a phrase: “I’ve got a bridge in Brooklyn I want to sell you.”
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