Some Things That Matter. . . Some Things That Don't

Sunday, January 13, 2008

It Gave Me the Spark but Now it Only Burns


Roger Clemens is getting royally fucked over. The New York Times ran a despicable article documenting how horribly reckless the Rocket's emotional and passionate defense has been over the last week. Clemens' situation is the latest example in a disturbing trend of indictment by the media that has parallels with Michael Vick, the Duke kids, etcetera, etcetera. . . Regardless of his guilt and innocence, the coverage has ensured that his image will forever be tarnished by this.

There was a heartbreaking riff Roger went on in his interview on 60 minutes that really got to me. He said, and I am paraphrasing, that this is what our country has come to. Guilty, tried by the media and convicted by the people. Evidence not necessary. No media outlet seems to mention the bevy of charges hanging over this trainer's head, and the carrot of immunity given to him - contingent on the "quality" of his info - ie how many big names he could offer as sacrificial lambs in the name of baseball's "image problems." (This man has other skelektons as well). Roger seemed so hurt, genuinely disappointed in his country. This is, historically, a patriotic man. A Texan who has visited the troops in Iraq, and who has been outspoken in his flag waving zeal. All that is gone. His faith in America has broken, and rightfully so.

Broken. Americans now love nothing better than to tear each other down, especially if the victim is rich, famous, beautiful, or righteous. The citizens of Pandaemonium have ascended to America, and they go by such names as Rita Crosby, Greta Van Susteren, Tucker Carlson, and whatever demons are currently running People Magazine and TMZ.com. We are victims of our own success - too comfortable, ensconced in our suburban bubbles and taking out our frustration at the lack of true meaning in our lives on those who have more than us, tsk-tsking Britney Spears and locking up Martha Stewart. And the Ritas and Gretas and People Magazines of the world are egging us on in glee. Okay that was a little heavy-handed I'll shut the fuck up now.


Additionally, why should anyone give a fuck if the Rocket needed some extra fuel anyway? We prop up these athletes like they are something more than modern day gladiators who exist purely for our entertainment. Pump these fuckers full of plutonium if it makes them more entertaining - you know they are doing it in the NFL. Yeah, the 6'5'', 275 pound linebacker who runs a 4.2 40, he is all natural. Right. But no one cares about it there. . . why is baseball different? These people aren't role models, and anyone who looks at them as such is a fucking moron. And parents who allow it to happen to their kids - also morons. They are Gladiators. And there is nothing wrong with that - I watch close to a hundred Dodger games a year, but I understand what it is. If Matt Kemp can jack 50 dingers next year with a little HGH, I'll fucking buy it for him.

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