Woody Williams, Roger Clemens and Steroids: You Better Ask Somebody
The thing about reading these Clemens/McNamee cage match depositions is you learn something new everyday – and judging from what I’ve seen and heard in the news, it’s always something the reporters haven’t learned, because that would mean actually having to read these things, and reading is just something they refuse to do.
For instance, we’ve discovered that The Nanny says her giving testimony to the Congressional investigators wasn’t about the money. What money we don’t know, because she was never asked, but it was definitely not about the money.
We’ve also learned that The Nanny sees dead people. How else to explain her seeing the Rocket’s dead mom there with him in the kitchen when they met two Sundays ago?
We have also found out that in the spring of 2005 Andy Pettitte was just waiting to confess his sins to any media who asked him about possible HGH use. Yet, come October 2006, when his name was linked to HGH use, he denied such use. This denial coming after a meeting with Roger Clemens, Tim Purpura, and Drayton McLane.
What we’ve yet to learn is just what Drayton actually discovered in this meeting, and/or whether Drayton played any role in Pettitte’s change of heart. And I wonder if Senator George Mitchell knows anything about this meeting. Or, even worse for Drayton, whether IRS agent Jeff Novitzky knows of this meeting.
And we discovered during the hearings last week that there is a real controversy over whether Rocket attended a 1998 party at the home of one Jose Canseco. Brian McNamee testified at last week’s hearings that he remembered the Rocket being there because he remembered the Nanny chasing one of the Rocket brats. Rocket, of course, at first, denied being at Canseco’s that day, and produced a golf receipt from that day in June 1998 to show that he was playing golf instead. Then he produced audio and video of the Toronto Blue Jay announcers, from that night’s game, who said that Rocket wasn’t present. The Rocket also countered with an affidavit from one Jose Canseco who said that Rocket didn’t show up, and that he remembers this because he was really disappointed that Rocket wasn’t there.
That’s when the testimony of the Nanny was mentioned. The testimony where the Nanny talked about the ghost of Rocket’s mom and about how the money didn’t matter. We discovered that Rocket might have tampered with the Nanny’s testimony, but despite all of that, the Nanny testified that, though she didn’t remember there being a party, she did recall the Rocket popping by for a bit.
Now, despite talking to the Nanny, and letting Canseco get in on the record, the Congressional investigators failed to talk to three people who could possibly solve this whole party dilemma. And, from what I can tell through the intertubes, nobody else has talked to them either.
You see, on page 28 of his deposition, Brian McNamee stated that Rocket and Canseco teammates Pat Hentgen (now retired), Chris Carpenter (now rehabbing from Tommy John surgery and with the St. Louis Cardinals) and Woody Williams (now sucking for the Houston Astros), could back his account: “They visibly saw Roger there,” McNamee said.
And the reason I want to know why Rocket was really at that party doesn’t have anything to do with McNamee’s assertion about the party being ground zero for Rocket’s steroids use. No, I care because, if Rocket was really there, then it’s probably true that McNamee walked into the Canseco house to discover the Mrs. Rocket and the former Mrs. Canseco showing off their boob jobs. (Pg. 27)
So, Ortiz, Justice, McTaggart, come on. You guys are in Florida with the Astros. Go track down Woody Williams and find out what he really knows.
And if Woody Williams was at that party, I want to know about whose boob job looked better, Mrs. Rocket or the former Mrs. Canseco. – John Royal
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