The feared slugger, with the occasional fifty-four home run season, comments on the Clemens Steroid hearing.

Clemens almost got away with it. Well hidden behind money, lawyers, agents and trainers, it took, of all things, a five-hour live television show, “The Congressional Steroid Hearings”, to peel back an expensive wall of disinformation, and years of legal “point of parliamentary proceedurisms”. Surrounded by a reality-TV set of cameras and microphones, Clemens presented himself as a simple, honest Texan. He played dumb. His testimony was not smart, though, and will likely get him indicted by the federal government and then 12-18 months in prison as a convicted felon. Before succumbing to steroids for the fame and fortune of professional baseball, Clemens was once a simple, straightforward young man from Texas. He had pride, hard work and a desire to be great. He will be able to keep his money. Millions and millions. He will not get his place of honor in the Hall of Fame.

The Mississippi dance machine talks about the Clemens steroid inquisition!

The Man from Japan knows a rat when he sees one, in Congress!

John Henry’s bad cop behind the Fenway throne is a big believer in enhanced performance!

We love the extended presidential primary election season! Next time, make it two years prior to the general election. Fun, fun, fun. Politics is war by other means, and so is sport. Roll it all into one and there is always breaking news or a crucial game to look forward to!! Even an unspeakable loss by the Patriots can be soothed in just a week’s time by…Obamarama! If the depressing Hillary makes a comeback in Texas & Ohio, there’s always Spring Training to look forward to.

McCain isn’t perfect and neither are the Patriots. Only Mitt Romney is perfect, and so the lunatic fringe roars loud and stomps on New England. Post-Super Tuesday, and post-Super Bowl commentary and ceremony, are more garish than an MSNBC election promotion. It won’t be long until Ann Coulter and Eliot Spitzer have their own steel cage talk show with Michael Strahan, “NITPICKING NITWITS VS. NATTERING NABOB’S”. Who needs writers and teleprompters, everyone is just shouting and stomping….

If you’re a non-sports fan married to a sports addict today is finally your day! The tv is turned off. This is the day your refrain “I don’t want to talk about the game” is met with open arms. “Shall we go to a movie?” Yes! Preferably a romance, or a foreign film without a trace of anything American, or worse athletic. “Shall we go to the art gallery?” Double yes!! This is the day Republicans want to be Democrats. The agony of competitive defeat–the free market– yield a sudden appreciation for the mortal side of life. “How about that Tom Brady?” No thanks, but just look at the melancholy in that Hopper …

The slightly effeminate co-owner of the Red Sox, gushes about the power of the little man in baseball!