Showing posts with label Jason Smith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jason Smith. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Roger Clemens: All Those in Jeopardy, Baby!

With his recent news conference, 17-minute taped phone conversation, 60 Minutes interview and impending appearance before the U.S. Congress, Roger Clemens has raised some doubt to his guilt in the Steroid Era of Baseball. However, some continue to think that it can't be possible that Clemens could have been a target of less-than-honest federal agents or government-supported investigators.

His trainer, Brain McNamee, seems very likely a man coerced into a no-win situation, the favorite play of those Federal, Virginia farm boys. With a son in a serious medical condition, and a federal mandate to "play ball" with them, the fact he could have thrown Roger Clemens under the bus for his own personal freedom or ability to look like a "truthful sot", after dealing in steroids, is certainly possible.


ESPN's Jason Smith last night on "All Night" seemed to think that Roger Clemens wasn't very clear in his phone conversation. Of course he wasn't. He taped the call to somehow garner evidence of his innocence. His legal representative(s) instructed him not to coax, or intimidate or imply a threat in any way toward McNamee. In other words, he was to stay fairly ambiguous because:

1) Their call was being monitored by the Feds/name your law enforcement - quote from McNamee: "I'm on a cell phone. And I understand that I don't expect - I can't open up to you the way I want to, and I know you can't."

2) In many jurisdictions, taping a call is illegal, or at least, inadmissable depending on the nature and agreement of the parties. Moreover, you can't coerce testimony or threaten a person in or about the nature of the situation and maintain a sympathetic pose in a court of law. Roger was doing that, in light of his obvious anger over this charge.

Roger Clemens: "I just want the truth out there, and if I got to go - whatever I'm doing - I just want the truth out there. And like I said, I just can't believe what's being said. We're getting it from all angles. And, you know, I haven't talked to anybody other than my representatives - and Randy (Hendricks). Everybody is just - everybody is just so upset."


Brian McNamee: "I don't have any money. I have nothing. I'm not doing a book deal. I got offered seven figures to go on TV. I didn't do it. I didn't take it. I didn't do anything. All I did was what I thought was right - and I never thought it was right, but I thought that I had no other choice, put it that way. And I think when I spoke with your guys, that I laid it out there. And I was sick. I was in the hospital. " (Possibly coerced by the government to give up a big name, Roger Clemens, or go to prison.)
Roger: "I didn't do it, this, you know, all this stuff. And I just, like I said, I'm numb to everything. And we get, you know, Deb is, you know, she's a mess. And I mean, like you said, when it affects Brian, you know, I got Koby in the game, and he's getting, he's getting crushed."
Brain McNamee: "Roger, what do you want me to do? What do you want me to do? What do you want me to do?"
(The sounds of a scared man -- not a man who is confident that his assertions were true in the Mitchell report. Or maybe, he was trying to get Clemens to admit something also. The Feds may have put McNamee up to a plan to send an email (Clemens:"That's why I answered your e-mail when I heard ") and take calls from Roger to entrap Clemens. So in this area, both sides are playing a game...)
3) Code. The two of them are vague and ambiguous in several passages, talking about the New York Mets, Jim Murray, some person of interest to worry about, etc. The passage seems like McNamee brought the thief to the hen house, introducing Clemens to a person that had nothing but bad intentions, unbeknowst to Clemens...
Later, McNamee let's it slip he's being recorded, look at this passage:

McNamee: I've got a car that doesn't work. I got (expletive deleted) attorneys
saying (expletive deleted) they shouldn't be saying and trying to make a name
from themselves where I lose control.
-
McNamee: Everything I have to this day I have because of you.
Clemens: I'm just, like I said, Mac, I'm just - I can't, you know, for the life of me, I'm trying to find out why you would tell guys that I used steroids from -
McNamee: I understand that. I understand that. And like I told the guys that tape-recorded me -
Clemens: Who's the guys that tape-recorded you?
McNamee:
(unintelligible)
Clemens: You're talking about the two investigators
that came down and talked to you.
McNamee: Right. If I was lawyered up. If I
had any idea what the (expletive deleted) was going on, why would I do that?

McNamee guises it, not so well. He cuts off Clemens because he:
A) Is Getting Clemens to mention Steroids can be enough to prove some involvement for the Feds
B) But he is just playing along, trying to clue Clemens in to the wire tapping by the Feds. Not that it matters, since Clemens was doing the same.
Both sides are playing a high stakes game. Clemens is trying to clear his name -- trying to besmirch McNamee's reputation, who is still being pulled around by a string by the Feds. The Feds have Brian as a star witness, but it may backfire on them, if this gets too far a field.
The Congressional hearing will likely raise more questions -- if Clemens is decided clean, McNamee will likely go to prison for lying or obstruction -- but will either or both men take the 5th on direct examination? Likely, McNamee will. He has, it seems, more incentive to not tell the truth there.
Or at least, was given one by the Mitchell report - since that isn't prosecutable by any standard I know of. (But what he told the Feds likely is.)
Clemens may be guilty - I just have to see him take the same stances he has projected and somehow do it with the same spirit. And whether he goes first - leaving McNamee to either tell the truth behind him or take the 5th, will decide.
It all should be very interesting.
Greg Kihn Band: Jeopardy OK . Seemed like an appropriate song.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Alcoholism: The plight of many people


In the news yesterday was the typical story about a 21-year old movie star that was arrested for DUI and cocaine possession. It was not a surprise given her bouts with alcohol abuse and the crowd she must, even in a alcoholic daze, say to herself: "why the fuck do I hang around with these jokers?"


I am trying to feel sorry for her and the life she is currently living, but I find it hard to feel anything for her. But in listening to another sports talk idiot (All Night with Jason Smith, ESPN Radio) he said, "Alcohol is a choice, not a disease." I wondered, is he an expert on anything related to alcoholism, or is he just another person that holds a fantastic grudge against someone that was actually an alcoholic?


My personal story with Alcohol:


I had my first alcoholic drink when I was 10 years old. My dad ran a bar in Tennessee for several years (on and off) and when my mother left me with him in 1982, after their violence-laden divorce, I had to stay in the motel behind the bar. I spent plenty of time in the place that summer, even when my dad was looking to "hook up" a woman of some sort. (Later, my mother came to get me after my dad got tired of me cramping his style then.)
The 1st time I got drunk was age 13, right after my grandfather died. Richard Zimmerman and I were at the Middle School football field shooting Tequila all night. We talked about the girls we had the hots for, and why we couldn't get with them. (We both were transplants from other schools. He moved to Lowell, IN the year after I did.) I threw up that night so hard, I bursted blood vessels in my head. (Purple splotches appeared all over my face.)


The 2nd time I got drunk was age 16, right after my dad went to the pokey for a while. It was at a typical high school party with plenty of intrigue between people because of boyfriend-girlfriend stuff. (I wound up hitting my then best friend after he teased me about God only knows what.) Anyways, the whole thing left me looking even worse when I exploded about life... I tended to do that. Especially when I know things could be better and should be better than they are. I wound up in the fetal position in a tent - and the WHOLE thing got recorded for prime time school listening a few days later....


College was pretty much a alcohol fest after I turned 21. (Though I did not go to a bar until 6 months after my 21st B-day. I waited until my then best friend turned 21.) I got arrested in 1995 on a PI. I tried to go to Taco Bell at 2:30 AM. I saw people eating, but the door was locked. Cop picks me up and I went to the jail for the night.


Two months later, I got arrested for a altercation between me and some Joe Smith (actual name.) He and his buddy decided to cause a situation with me. I say that without lying. It was a average night at a bar. And I had about 3 beers watching the Bulls kick the Supersonics brains in. As we both approached the bar, we bumped into each other. His first response: "Get the fuck out of the way." My response: "Who died and made you John Purdue?" He retorted: "You think your funny prick." Mine: "As funny as you are Mary." (At least I'd like to hope I could have said that.) Final remark by him: "Your mother 's a bitch." Mine: BLAMMM! (Shot to the jaw. He hit the floor. Bouncers removed me. I went to go home. Cops on bikes pulled up. Investigate. I get arrested for assault after he pressed charges.)


In 1999, I got drunk again and tried to take pills while in the Navy. That didn't work. I got Honorably Discharged for Alcohol Rehabiliation Failure (failure being a term I know pretty well.)


In late 2000-2001, after 18 months sober, I relapsed. That happens.


After 4 more years of forced sobriety, I was back on the wagon. Nevertheless, I've fallen off it a few times. I have no one that forces or assists me in the pursuit. (No AA, people use GOD in that too much. I've heard enough sermons from Dad and the Catholic Church.)


Rather, I consume about 2-3 beers a week now. Not at any particular time or need to, just do it to socialize and forget that I am termed an Alcoholic. Maybe a bunch of self-medication is part of the theory I pose to myself.


I'm a functional Alcoholic, meaning I can do enough to not be in a gutter or in/out of a rehab center. I couldn't afford the bills -unlike Ms. Lohan. (The prompter of this blog.)


Given the world around me, I guess I would like to think I channel Hemingway, Fitzgerald or some other writer-alkie in my thoughts. I don't, of course. But they would be my drinking buddies if I had the druthers of it. Even though I could not keep up with their thoughts.


I realize HOW serious the subject is. But I also figure it has not even been my biggest obstacle, as odd as that may seem to a soberite. My biggest wall has been escaping the family and home life I grew up in, rather alone. Loneliness surrounds me daily. It's a dark man with robes that kill on contact, metaphorically, and drains my existence into his all-you-can-go-to-blazes cess pool.


When I heard Mr. Smith goes to the back of the class prattle on about Lindsey being not an alcoholic, I wanted to either congratulate him for being another Hollywood basher or strangle him for being such a fucking toolbox that wouldn't know real trouble if it fell on him from on Hosanna in the Highest high.
We all have to deal with life. Some unfortunately get to use alcohol as their escape. (And I know you don't have to. And if you don't, don't OK!)
Take care and stay sober!