What a mess. That’s all I can say. After listening to (and watching) every second of the Roger Clemens pres conference today, there are no other words. Well, except maybe one: sad.
Frankly, I don’t know who to believe any more. Clemens is so vehement in his denial, it actually seems plausible that he actually didn’t take steroids and HGH. Conversely, why would Brian McNamee lie to the feds? These were two very good friends – at least by all accounts – who’ve now been reduced to a pitiful, 17-minute, surreptitiously taped telephone conversation that can only be described as painful and sad. Listen for yourself: Here
McNamee said he was hole up in a hotel room in New York because reporters stalked his house. He said his son, also named Brian, is ghastly sick. Clemens said his wife is “not well,” not are his kids.
What a mess.
Even worse: Where does it end?
So Clemens files a lawsuit that who knows when will go to court. And now he can plead the fifth before Congress because he doesn’t want to compromise the lawsuit.
“So what do you want me to do?” That’s what McNamee asked repeatedly. But Clemens, no doubt being coached by his attorney, never said: “Just tell the truth.”
Conversely, McNamee never said he was pressured by the feds to nail, Clemens, something we were led to believe he said prior to the press conference. Later, Clemens’ attorney said, “I have no problemwith the government.”
Where does it all end? So Bonds goes on trial. Clemens stews. And Mcnamee sits alone in a hotel room.
What a mess.