The Further Humiliation of Roger Clemens

As many before us have said, it’s a great time to be a Boston sports fan. The Red Sox wrapped up their second World Series title in four years. The Patriots had an undefeated season (too bad there wasn’t a Super Bowl this year, huh?). The Celtics are great, and even the Bruins are on a four-game winning streak.

After gorging ourselves on this embarrassment of riches before us, we’re kind of full. So you’ll have to excuse us if we take a pass on watching the further inquiry of Roger Clemens very closely.

As was rumored yesterday, Congress has formally requested that the Department of Justice look into the Clemens’ testimony on February 13.

“That testimony is directly contradicted by the sworn testimony of Brian McNamee, who testified that he personally injected Mr. Clemens with anabolic steroids and human growth hormone,” the congressmen wrote.

It’s like the pop song that blares from every car radio all summer long. At first, you’re so excited to hear it. You turn it up louder, nodding your head to the beat. You download it from iTunes. I’ll never get sick of this.

But as they days grow shorter and you’ve listened to the song easily 1,000 times, you change your mind. You peruse iTunes for a something new. When the song comes on the radio, you change the station.

And so it goes with Clemens. Until he is put into the stocks and we’ve got an artillery of rotten tomatoes to toss at him, it’s really not that interesting. He knows he’s doomed, as do we. Now it’s time to find a new song.