My Kind of Soap Opera
This Roger Clemens fiasco is killing me. I’m so caught up in it, constantly wanting the latest story, opinion piece or rumor. It’s like a soap opera that I’m helplessly addicted to. Lies, deception, manipulation, bare buttocks…OK, sorta like a soap opera. I’ve even been emailing the journalists of the Houston Chronicle, begging them to ask certain questions of Clemens (Richard Justice tried his best for me – thanks Richie!).
I’m trying to restrain from passing judgment, but many it’s hard! We’ve become so jaded because so many other atheletes have denied and denied and denied and denied, writing books of denial and telling all kinds of believable tales – then we almost always find out they were lying.
I have to again mention Guillermo Mota of the New York Mets for being the gold-standard for me. I guess it’s sad that he’s the exception to the rule.
