: February 2008

February 2008

She's Baaaaccccckkkkk!

Just when you thought it was safe to go to MLBlogs home page, Ms. Milano comes out of blogging hibernation to grace us all with her profound insight.  I guess I didn't really need a new Modal V-Neck over the winter (certainly not for fifty bucks).  Maybe she's got bats for sale.  Or baseball gloves.  Wonder if she's got any balls for sale?  I hear the twinkies who run MLBlogs could use a pair.

Nah, just what you'd expect on a baseball site: women's clothing.  As if the Victoria's Secret catalog and SI Swimsuit issues weren't enough--and they don't even pretend to be legitimate bloggers!

Be sure and drop by with your dollars and a lot of comment love.  That way the twinkies don't have to impersonate so many legitimate commenters.  Everyone should enjoy the show.  "And now for your entertainment pleasure, the sexy Alyssssssssaaaaaaaa!"  Be sure and tip your waitresses!

How to Hang Yourself for Dummies

As Russell at Arizona Via Slough so aptly pointed out, in my last post I missed the irony in the latest Clemens self-demolition derby:  as I had noted previously, the entire issue regarding whether Captain America had attended the Canseco party was a complete canard created by his attorney, a logical sleight-of-hand designed to divert attention from the substantial charges.  I was actually surprised (silly me) that Congress took the bait and spent a considerable amount of time focused on the party.

Earth to Roger: have you ever noticed that people have a propensity to bring cameras to social events where celebrities are present?

Tip for Hangsters: Hire Rusty Hardin as your attorney.  Guys like that make the big bucks thinking about things like the fact that people have a propensity to bring cameras to social events where celebrities are present.  This clown has ill-served Clemens at every turn.  He should have advised Clemens from the onset to say two words:  "No comment."  Makes you wonder who Clemens' personal physician is, Dr. Kevorkian?

Assuming those photos exist--and the admission by Clemens lawyer makes me think they do--Clemens is indisputably guilty of perjury, the irony being it was Clemens who made attendance at the party the crux of his defense.  No party -> No conversation -> No steroids.  Looks good on a whiteboard.  Too bad it was a whitewash.

Clemens did more than lied to Congress: he made a fool of Congress.  How ridiculous does Burton look now waving videotapes purportedly proving Clemens was not at the party and assailing McNamee?  He made them look gullible and stupid.  Clemens is toast.

I'll give you some free advice, Roger: come clean.  Do an Andy Pettitte.  Throw yourself on the mercy of the court.  Apologize to the baseball public. It is over.

You hung yourself, you dummy.

I Was At the Party and I'll Lie If I Want To

 

Photos may exist that show Roger Clemens attended a 1998 party at the home of then-teammate Jose Canseco that was an issue at the Feb. 13 hearings before a congressional subcommittee, The New York Daily News reported.

Such a discovery could undermine Clemens' sworn testimony that he did not attend the party as the congressional committee decides whether to turn baseball's steroids issue over to the Justice Department.

The paper said the photo is owned by a man who attended the party when he was 11 years old and took photos of his baseball heroes, including Clemens. Richard Emery, a lawyer for Clemens accuser Brian McNamee, said he was aware of the new development.

FOX Sports on MSN - MLB - Report: Picture puts Clemens at Canseco party

There would be something deliciously ironic if ol' cheatin' Rog is finally undone by the worshipful actions of an 11 year old fan.  He thought nothing of the message his actions would convey to the youth if his dirty deeds were ever exposed. 

Less Miserables

Like pretty much everyone else in the baseball world I watched the Andy Pettitte confessional, and was somewhat disappointed he didn't answer the most pressing question, was there any possibility he "misremembered" Clemens admission of having used performance enhancing substances. Pettitte's performance seemed sincere, but what does he have to fear on that account? If he tells the truth, nothing. Not that I doubt Pettitte; I happen to believe him. But his refusal to answer that question is aggravating.

Of course it is possible he "misremembered" or even misconstrued Clemens' remarks. We've all done that, especially regarding events that happened several years ago. So why didn't he just say: "Of course it is possible"? That isn't an assertion that he did, or even likely, just stating the obvious. Instead we're back to hiding behind lawyers.

Pettitte's testimony wasn't nearly as damning as it has been portrayed. The fact that, by that very testimony, Clemens denied telling Pettitte years later that Andy had misunderstood actually affirms Clemens case now. Don't get me wrong, I think Clemens is guilty as sin. But I also believe there has been less than responsible logic attempting to prove what ultimately is probably unprovable. We all want to know. But unless Roger gets religion and decides to do a Pettitte, we are never really going to know.

Personally I'm sick and tired of these miserable wretches cluttering my thoughts. I could use with less miserables, and more baseball.

Playing Civilization

… genuine, pure play is one of the main bases of civilization.

Johan Huizinga, **** Ludens (Beacon Press, 1950, p. 5)

Truth, Justice and the Clemens Way

There seems to be some disagreement as to whether Clemens demanded the hearing before Congress, as committee chairman Henry Waxman has claimed.  Here is the statement from one of Clemens' attorneys as to why they believe the hearing wasn't their idea:

"When I was first retained, I argued to this committee that this should not be the kind of hearing that they had, that Roger Clemens would be proud and delighted to join chairman Waxman and anyone else and to say to them and to say to anyone else what he has said to the children all over America: That there are no shortcuts, that it's hard work, and he is against steroids and he is against HGH. I was turned down flat," Breuer said.

ESPN

The Clemens camp is completely incorrigible.  Once again denying responsibility, they blame the hearing on a committee that felt it needed to delve a little deeper into the issue than present Clemens with U.S.A. emblazoned on his chest (superman cape too, probably) declaring "steroids, bad".

You know, I almost felt sorry for old lip licking Roger getting the **** kicked out of him by the facts.  After reading this, I feel a lot better.  I may even put the DVD on and watch it again.

Persephone Emerges from Hades

Like Persephone emerging from Hades, pitchers and catchers return to camp today in our annual rite of spring. This time the analogy is particularly apt as yesterday may have been the darkest day I have ever seen in baseball, uglier even than the many work stoppages, the Pete Rose scandal, this hearing predecessor. Think about this sad assessment: the greatest hitter and greatest pitcher I've ever seen are facing the very real possibility of prison for lying about enhancing their performance with illegal drugs.

Yet today, here we are again, the real addicts. We love baseball. And baseball will not be denied. Not by the pimps who sell it, from Selig on down to the jock sniffers who run MLBlogs. Not by the professional players and their union, who, like the pimps, are morally bereft. 

No, we love the game. The game itself. The sound of wood on leather and leather on leather. Balls soaring through the air. Slides. Diving catches. Rounding the bases. A throw home.

Baseball has a life of its own. Bud Selig, with the typical arrogance underlying all of the professional game's travails, takes credit for the popularity of baseball, but that's like taking credit for life, or beauty, or any other good thing given by the good Lord.

Thank God for baseball.

Clemens Report

What a train wreck.

It was painfully obvious a Congressional hearing was not the forum to resolve the truth. It was not a courtroom. The obvious advocacy, especially for Clemens, by various members of Congress was as unseemly as Clemens politicking with them last week. The demonstration of a photo of Clemens at various stages of his career with the same size body was especially egregious, although nothing matched the congressman who wanted to know what uniform Clemens would be wearing in the HOF. I know it is called Human Growth Hormone, lady, but read up on the subject you are questioning about. Athletes use it mostly to recover and endure a long season, not "grow" muscle. That same idiot then lauded Clemens—shall I say it—Herculean workouts. Just for the uninitiated, it is the workout that develops the muscle, not the substance. The substance simply allows for more intense workouts, meaning—you guessed it—more muscle. Again, these people should educate themselves.

Clemens proclaimed he is guilty of nothing except being too nice. Well isn't that sweet. To paraphrase Barack Obama, I'll bet his greatest fault is helping little old ladies across the street. Time after time, Clemens interjected his pedigree. One would have thought he was talking to St. Peter at the Pearly Gates. Of course that was what it was all about: a PR campaign.

Ironically Waxman, who I suspect recognized this was going to be a complete waste of taxpayer money, was ready to pull the plug on the hearing. Clemens insisted on it. This was his soapbox, his chance to salvage his reputation, to change public opinion.

He failed. Miserably. And he may very well have bought a Go to Jail card in the process. I think the Greeks called it hubris. The closing scene, with Clemens getting gaveled by a Congressional Chairman after being interrupted by a protesting Rocket during the hearing's closing statement, may very well be the final image of this whole sordid mess. Who does Roger think he is?

As bad as Clemens came off, I thought McNamee looked slightly worse. Not because I think he is lying. In fact, I think he is telling the truth. But let's face it, he did sell people who treated him pretty well down the river, with the excuse he was only doing what they wanted him to do. I kept thinking of Gollum from Lord of the Rings. He may not be a "drug dealer", as some congressmen insisted, but he's not much better.

And speaking of congressmen, I thought they came across worst of all. Did you notice how easily they fell for the Canseco party canard? They must have spent half an hour on that red herring. Worse, the hearing devolved into a political version of The Jerry Springer Show. At the end of the day, what was determined about The Mitchell Report? That was the purpose, wasn't it?

The fact that no determination could be made may be a godsend. Here and there I heard doubts about the Mitchell Report and the master it was intended to serve. Those who railed against McNamee must, by inference, discredit the Mitchell Report. And once The Mitchell Report falls, then we are back to square one, for the Mitchell Report was supposed to answer questions about the abuse of PEDs in baseball. Now there are more questions than there were before, not only about the past, but about the future.

Sooner or later these congressional clowns are going to wake up to the obvious question: how could baseball possibly have a handle on the PED problem without a test for HGH? HGH dominates the conversation, not steroids. And, more importantly, could baseball possibly be trusted to police itself when it is demonstrable that it refuses to do so.

Ugh. I need a shower.

Live Blogging the Clemens Hearing

10:00 am - Waxman makes his opening statement.  Waxman declares that Mitchell’s report was “credible”.  He defines the scope of the hearing to be only to establish the credibility of the Mitchell Report.  Waxman notes the committee has greater resources to determine the truth since it has the ability to compel testimony.

10:17 Waxman cuts to the chase: someone is lying.  He declares that after the depositions, he considered canceling the hearing and simply issuing a report.  Clemens attorney insisted on a hearing.

10:19 Waxman notes McNamee has previously lied to federal investigators, once in an earlier case, presently in the number of injections he gave Clemens, and second by witholding evidence.  McNamee claims he lied because he felt bad about betraying Clemens.

10:21 Clemens is counting on testifying under oath proving his innocence.  Clemens lobbying apparently had some effect.  Waxman notes that Clemens, too, has inconsistencies in his testimony, including lies about contact with McNamee.

10:23 Pettitte did, indeed, testify that Clemens had confided in him that he had used HGH, a statement which he later denied.  Due to chronological problems, Clemens could not have been talking about his wife, as Clemens claimed in his denial.  Pettitte's wife confirmed Pettitte's testimony!

10:32 Rep. Tom Davis is now pontificating.  I'm getting a bad feeling that this thing is going to be inconclusive.  Davis, basically, is saying as much.  He also seems to have been influenced by Clemens' lobbying efforts.

10:36 Clemens is making his opening statement.  "Shortcuts were not an option."  "I trusted McNamee like family".  Oh, boy, is he laying it on thick!  He's only guilty of being too nice!

10:40 Clemens concludes, McNamee begins making his opening statement.  McNamee is making his case: Pettitte and Knoblauch confirmed his accounts.  "I have no reason to lie."  McNamee claims he liked and admired Clemens, but never trusted him.  He kept the syringes because he feared he would be made the fall guy.

10:47 McNamee concludes his statement, questioning begins.  Rep. Elijah Cummings asks if Clemens is fully aware he is under oath.  Clemens affirms.  Pettitte is the subject of questioning.  Clemens is rattled.  He's saying he is sure if Pettitte was interested in using HGH he would have spoke with Clemens if he knew Clemens was using.  Clemens is now using the erroneous report of his connection with the Grimsley case as evidence of his innocence in the present case.  Cummings is grilling Clemens on Pettitte, and Pettitte's wife.  He reminds Clemens again he is under oath.  Clemens is sticking by his guns.  Clemens is licking his lips, obviously nervous.  His point, however, is a good one: if Pettitte knew Clemens was using, why didn't the conversation continue when Pettitte decided to use.

11:05 Rep. Tom Davis is doing the questioning now.  He is going after McNamee (surprise, surprise).  He's questioning about the changing number of injections with all players (I posted earlier what a canard this question is!).  He also bought into the canard of the Canseco party.  McNamee is sticking to his story.  I can't believe a congressman is chasing this rabbit.  ****, he's from Virginia, too!

*******, I'm getting pulled away.  I'm recording the proceedings for later, but this is the end of live blogging.  Tata.

Aha! The Lampshade Wasn't Blue, It Was Green!

 

"One of the things the committee is going to hear on Wednesday is about this party that is supposed to have started this whole thing," Hardin said. "Roger wasn't even at this party."

...

The report goes on to say that Canseco told Mitchell's staff "he had numerous conversations with Clemens about the benefits of Deca-Durabolin and Winstrol and how to 'cycle' and 'stack' steroids."

SI.com - MLB - Canseco comes to Clemens' aid - Saturday February 9, 2008 10:51PM

Hardin is performing a clever lawyer trick here.  Note the value he assigns to the party: the whole thing started at the party.  Ergo, no party, no "thing".  The second quoted statement notes the fact that Canseco and Clemens did have the conversations about steroids, which was the point of McNamee's contention, i.e., that it was a conversation between Canseco and Clemens that "started" the "whole thing".  Perhaps his memory as to which party, or, for that matter, conversation it was is faulty.  But that hardly impugns his credibility, anymore than if it turns out McNamee injected Clemens ten times, not a dozen.

What is significant is you don't hear Clemens denying he ever had conversations with Canseco about the virtue of, and more importantly,  how to use, steroids.  If Roger eschewed steroids as much as he claims, you would imagine he would have terminated that conversation before it ever got started:  "Ah, shut up, Hosey, you've got an elbow growing out of your head.  Go pull a tractor with your teeth."

It just didn't happen at that party.  You know, the one where Jose ended up dancing with a blue lampshade on his head.  Or was it green?  I can't remember, I was pretty drunk at the time.  ****, I might not even have been there for all I know.

Blue Dress Redux

I'm not quite sure what to make of the newest chapters in the Roger Clemens saga. This thing has gotten so crazy I'm to the point I'm beginning to empathize with those nuts that follow the wild escapades of Britney Spears.

Am I supposed to believe that a man innocently kept bio-waste? Was he planning on blackmailing Clemens? Or was he, as he says, keeping it just in case. Just in case what? In either case it diminishes the argument that McNamee was just a fool who simply told the truth when caught in a legal trap.

This reminds me of the question why Monica Lewinsky kept that stained dress. The scene is eerily reminiscent of that period while we waited for test results that would unmask the perjurer. Clemens knows whether McNamee has the goods. What must be going through his mind now if—and I stress if—he is guilty?

For McNamee is either one of the most insane men in history, or history itself is insane. He is now proclaiming that he not only injected Clemens with PEDs, he injected Clemens' wife with HGH. This is not unbelievable, mind you. The Fountain of Youth from a syringe is not limited to males, and it is not inconceivable that if her husband were abusing she would get into the act, anymore than it is inconceivable that the most powerful man would risk his reputation and his country's security pleasuring himself on an intern in his "employ".

Wonder if Debbie Clemens looks good in blue…

Snowflake League – Feb 6th

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2008 Snowflake League
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Happy Chinese New Year!

A couple of my Chinese friends reminded me that today is the Chinese New Year and sent me the following link:

http://www.china.org.cn/english/features/SpringFestival/199202.htm

This Year of the Pig is the Chinese year to host the Summer Olympics.  You can even learn foreign languages with Fuwa!  Is it just me, or does Fuwa look like Michael Jackson?

Not Dodging the Olympics

In case it escaped your attention, this is an Olympic year, with a special host: China.  The Dodgers will introduce us to the venue:

The full Dodgers squad will be in Vero Beach through March 11. At that time manager Joe Torre and a portion of the team will head to China, where the Dodgers will play the San Diego Padres at Wukesong Stadium in Beijing, the home of the Olympic baseball competition, on March 15-16.

Spring Training 2008: Dodgers settle on spring-training schedule

Stupor Tuesday

And now for some real sport…

I started blogging about baseball because I knew if I blogged about politics I would find trouble. Considering the **** I've put up with from hot dog vendors peddling women's clothing, though, I sometimes wonder if I shouldn't have just bothered with something a little more meaningful. I find a lot of similarities between baseball fandom and political junkie-ism, except baseball still doesn't have a TV channel.

My political addiction started back in the sixties, with Nixon, forty years ago. Ironically this is said to be the most important election in U.S. History since 1968. I can say without reservation this is the most interesting presidential race in my time, almost like the perfect storm. I knew it would be back in 2000, knowing Hillary was preparing for a run and the outhouse was going to explode. Nobody could have predicted the Kennedy worshipping Clintons, however, would run into Kennedy reincarnated as Barack Obama. Making him black was an absolutely filthy trick, whether done by fate or the Clintons. Is Machiavelli God? Or is God Machiavellian? Depends on what the meaning of is, is, I suppose. Whatever else can be said of the Clintons (and a lot can be said), they make for marvelous political theater.

Keep your pants zipped. You won't want to miss this.

Patriot Games

Amazingly I've seen nobody, but nobody, question just how Belichick was so certain that Giants player didn't make it out of bounds he would risk losing a challenge.  Jeez, he must have had somebody with enhanced optics watching the sidelines pretty intently to realize that poor fool didn't quite make it off the field by a stutter step, don't you think?  Maybe he reviewed the videotape.

A Super Bowl for the Ages

My football fandom began after Super Bowl III, when the disrespected, underdog New York Jets established parity between the NFL and AFL by beating the unbeatable Baltimore Colts.  After about twenty more, I kind of quit paying much attention. I almost did not watch tonight, but something told me that no matter how it turned out, it would be extraordinary: the second perfect season in my lifetime, or the greatest upset since that other team from New York took it to the Colts.

I saw the latter.  Congratulations to all you New Yorkers out there, wherever you might be.

And to the New England fans (well, except for the infamous J.W., who represents the Boston Young Jerk hanging himself in effigy right now) -- no matter how it ended up, that was the greatest team I ever saw.

Cheating As American As Apple Pie

In honor of this weekend's Super Bowl, thought I would remind that cheating isn't peculiar to baseball.  Indeed, it seems to be an integral part of the American character:

Football changed from something like soccer or rugby to something like the contemporary American game.  What can these changes tell us about Americans and American sport?  Among other things, Oriard [Michael Oriard, Reading Football] argues that referees were needed because Americans had a different attitude toward rules than did our British ancestors.  British amateur athletes operated on a code of honor associated with the peculiarities of their elitist social class, a code that was as old as the games they layed.  Adherence among upper-class British boys to the code of honor was enforced by the captains of each team, and in so doing, both the social nature of the contest and the social status of the players were supported.

Americans, in contrast, had no such social understanding--Americans argue to this day that we are of the "middle class" and so have no code of honor to break.  This difference in culture is reflected in our games, and Oriard argues that Americans wish to exploit the rules of the contest as much as they wish to adhere to them.

Mechikoff and Estes, A History and Philosophy of Sport and Physical Education 

This perspective is important when judging the "steroid era".  To paraphrase Forrest Gump: cheating is as cheating does.  Before we can begin to evaluate the use of performance enhancing substances, we must first examine the longer standing issue of cheating in American sports.

In case you haven't heard, Arlen Specter is calling for congressional investigation into cheating by the New England Patriots after the NFL inappropriately destroyed evidence regarding illicit taping.  You remember Specter, don't you?  He's the one who came up with the "magic bullet" theory in the Kennedy assassination.  Maybe the Pats can make the defense that the camera angle was deflected off someone's sunglasses reflecting the other team off of a skybox window.  Or maybe we can take a serious look at cheating in football, in business, indeed in America.

Groundhog Day

Greetings, Woodchuck chuckers!  It's Groundhog Day!

MLB pitchers and catchers report in a couple of weeks, but might I suggest a more robust menu?  Real games begin in the college ranks in a few weeks.  Old Dominion University, where my son and sometimes co-author here on SBY attends, opens up a three game series versus Rutgers February 22nd.  They will play an exhibition versus the AAA Norfolk Tides at beloved Harbor Park on April Fools Day.

There is almost surely a college in your backyard where you can hear the crack of a bat thud against leather in a matter of days.  The college games emerge from the snows soon.

Charlie don't surf, and Punxsutawney Phil don't play baseball.  Speaking of surfing, I need to head to The Beach before the tourists start arriving again.  See they are having their annual Millenium Chess Festival in a few weeks.  Summer is never far from Virginia Beach!