I am sick and tired of hearing how Roger Clemens is hiring a team of private dicks to go after the guy who once stuck him in the ass. No not Andy Pettitte, Brian McNamee. We'll never know if Roger, Barry or Big Mac used or not, but we're pretty sure. In the end that's all it takes in the court of public opinion and it works both ways. We didn't know if Clemens was really a hard working competition junkie but we all believed it because that was the image that was crafted. We all believed that Cal Ripken (one of my favorite players mind you) was the kind of guy who relaxed after the game by chugging a few bottles of milk and helping old ladies across the street. Nothing is as it seems, and sometimes that helps your image and sometimes it hurts it.
Did Clemens get a little extra "rocket fuel" back in '98? I don't know. Do it think he did? Hell yes, and that won't change when his High Priced lawyers tear this douche bottle, McNamee, apart the way sleazebag attorneys go after a rape victim because she had consensual sex with more than one guy in the days leading up to a rape. Just because you have sex, that doesn't mean you're asking for it, and just because you were a drub pusher doesn't mean you are lying about one of the guys you said you sold to.
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