ROGER CLEMENS (aka The Rocket, A Giant Lying Prick)

I remember when Roger Clemens was donning a BoSox uniform and mowing 20 batters down in one game back in the 1980’s. I also remember a number of Cy Young awards, a championship with the Yankees and a fastball that was as intimidating as it was difficult to hit.

But I also remember that Clemens was the same as today’s Clemens: arrogant, brash, self-serving and oblivious to the world around him that doesn’t involve him directly. The Rocket earned a rocket out of town in Boston because, I promise you, he was a punk. Sure, he was worth tons of money but migraines every day isn’t what managers and owners need at work.

If you think Clemens was a dominant pitcher engineered on sheer natural talent, you’re wrong, my friends. Very wrong. He’s a big guy with a powerful arm, there’s no denying that. But his intensity made him incredible, an intensity that I believe was completely manufactured. The manufacturer? Steroids!

Roger went a long time before anyone noticed he was sticking needles in his butt. He loved that performance enhancing candy that he was injecting into his selfish, greedy veins. Remember, professional sports is the top of mountain in sports. If you’re in the MLB, you’re one of the best in the world. You and all the rest of the guys employed there. And Roger didn’t like competition in the MLB.

It doesn’t really matter what you think because if you’re going to bring me an argument in his defense I could care less. There is no defense. Not anymore. Believe me, if you watched him pitch his whole career, the steroids allegations are not even close to a surprise. His entire personality and demeanor is completely in line with the symptoms and behaviors of someone using steroids. Besides, if he wasn’t on steroids, do you think he’d say silly shit like this:

“I think he misremembers.” -referring to Andy Pettite

STOP SAYING THAT!