Gregory Pratt Posted March 6, 2008 Share Posted March 6, 2008 From here: http://baseballevolution.com/gregory/odeclemens.html There's nothing lonelier than to be a lost Rocket in space, alone knowing that there are many others hiding on the surface who could join you and spare you the miserable solitude but don't because they're afraid of being caught in an asteroid field and so they leave you to your weightlessness. You didn't want to be alone, when you decided to fly off the earth, so you asked around for company before takeoff, but no one would come with you. Your best friend didn't want to invade the sky for fear of angering God; your wife didn't want to let go of gravity; you'd burnt your bridges with Mike Piazza; so you asked Barry Bonds, and he declined: he doesn't fly with white people. You knew better than to ask other hitters, who are notorious for keeping the secrets of their successes to themselves and who you have built a twenty four year sixty foot six inch separation from. You turned to other pitchers. Pedro Martinez was a no, claiming a preference for mother Earth; Greg Maddux was busy playing catch with his children; Randy Johnson was laid up in the Arizona desert, and you certainly weren't going to take anyone less than you into the sky because mere men can't handle the pressures a Rocket can. So you left the Earth alone. You made a stop in the stratosphere, where fallen stars are swallowed, wondering if anyone had survived the trip into space but knowing that no one had ever returned. Prospects are bleak. At first you didn't find much in this exile, but when you thought all hope lost you stumbled on a group of old ballplayers, tossing rocks made of cloud underhand and hitting them with door handles from the jets they were flown in on; they ran around the bases with singles and doubles and triples not seen since a more Earthly era. Your heart skipped a beat. You called out "I'm taking a trip into space! Who wants to join me?" Shoeless Joe Jackson turned away from you, thought you foolish for taking the trip voluntarily when all you could ever want was on Earth. "Baseball ain't fun on the moon, ah've been!" he shouted and Buck Weaver turned you away too: "I've been begging to return to Earth too long to leave this spot for some place colder than any place I've ever been." Just when you thought all hope was gone Pete Rose came, and offered to be with you for a price, promising to whistle the star spangled banner and the pledge of allegiance and take me out to the ballgame for your amusement, pledging cracker jacks and intensity and dollars. "What the hell" you said, "it's company," and you took off but halfway to the moon you lost your way; you were already growing tired of Rose's song and dance, so when he bet that he could find your way back if you'd hold him at the door you took him up on it and let him go into space. You cut your losses and then epiphany: "is this what will happen to me?" As you are hit by asteroids hurled by force of Bob Feller, Walter Johnson or Pete Alexander you can't help but feel alone, like a batter facing the great headhunter of his era, overmatched, like nature were exacting its revenge upon you. As Houston advises you to take the beatings now, and how to take the beatings, you start to wonder whether or not you would be better off at home except it is too late now: you are lost in space with no clue how to get back home. The separation between you and the world is greater than it was before, in those times when you appeared to be an immortal from space but you are now a mere mortal in space alone in a field of asteroids you willingly walked into. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kyyle23 Posted March 6, 2008 Share Posted March 6, 2008 I found this on czabe.com I believe Roger Clemens. I know, call me a fool. But there’s just something so nice, so honest about the guy that’s got me hooked. Sure, there’s “evidence” that points the other way. There are red flags, sirens, flashing lights and loudspeakers all saying something isn’t quite right about Clemens' incredible “story.” I don’t care. I’m with the Rocket. Here’s why. I believe everybody ELSE is lying. I believe Andy Pettitte is honest, but quite forgetful. I believe “misremembers” is actually a word. I believe Brian McNamee is a snake. I believe Jose Canseco’s word is as good as gold. I believe it’s impossible to play golf AND go to a pool party in one day. I believe Clemens post-40 statistics were nothing but a “hot streak.” I believe it’s normal to have your wife take HGH from your trainer. I believe Roger’s mom was a big proponent of injectable B-12. I believe “for all he’s done for the game of baseball” this can’t be true. I believe those dirty syringes and gauze belong to somebody else. I believe a secretly taped phone call is the first clue somebody is honest. I believe Roger’s nanny misremembers too. In Spanish. I believe those “guys” on that “commercial” about HGH, really didn't have their lives improve that much. After all, they still "had to hit a curve ball" and we all know HGH can't do that. I believe any photos of him at that party are doctored. I believe that just because a guy claims he treats his body “like a temple” that its no big deal to also say he “popped Vioxx” like they were “skittles.” What? You’ve never seen a big bowl of Skittles in church next to the votive candles? I believe Mike Wallace probed Clemens as hard as anybody could on 60 Minutes, and the fact that he also is a guest in the Steinbrenner luxury box has nothing to do with nothing. Move along. I believe that just because so many guys on the Yankees were juicing – Mike Stanton, Jason Giambi, Gary Sheffield, Canseco, Chuck Knoblauch, Andy Pettitte – was merely coincidence. I believe that “a third ear growing out of a forehead” is indeed a telltale sign of steroid use as Clemens claims. Clearly, he only has two ears, and none on his forehead. See? Come on people, stop being so cynical. It just takes a teensy bit of imagination and faith to believe Roger. And yeah, the Tooth Fairy and Santa are real. I swear. Their stories check out also. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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