Now I know that “misremembered’’ is an actual word.
What did I think about Roger Clemens and the five-hour circus that went down with Congress on Wednesday? Not much. It was “he said, he said,’’ as advertised. In other words, it was “Breakfast Club II’’ without Principal Vernon threatening to give “the horns.’’ In one corner you had the bully, jock, hoping his popularity would get him playground cred. In the other was the jock-wanna-be, who dealt in illegal drugs. Both lied, neither was credible. The kicker in all of this? Neither was the real story.
The real story continues to be why the so-called baseball commissioner, Bud Selig, is not having the lamp shown in his face for five hours, answering further questions about his ability to fall asleep at the wheel while his sport went dirty.
Look Bud, we all know you’re doing your best to manipulate your media minions into painting your legacy as “the commissioner that cleaned up baseball,’’ but people with half a brain are not buying what you’re selling. This isn’t the car business anymore.
All you have to know about the entire steroid dog and pony show is that right now Jose Canseco and John Rocker seem to be the two most honest men. Scary.