True Testimony of Roger Clemens
Clemens: You want answers?
Congressman: I think I'm entitled to them.
Clemens: You want answers?
Congressman: I want the truth!
Clemens: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world
that has baseballs. And those balls have to be hit by men with bats.
Who's gonna do it? You? You, Congressman? I have a greater responsibility
than you can possibly fathom. You weep for steroids and you curse HGH.
You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know:
that HGH, while illegal, probably sells tickets. And my existence, while
grotesque and incomprehensible to you, sells tickets. You don't want
the truth because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties,
you want me on that mound. You need me on that mound. We use words like
fastball, slider, splitfinger...we use these words as the backbone to a
life spent playing something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither
the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and
falls asleep under the blanket of highlights I provide, then questions the
manner in which I provide them! I'd rather you just said thank you, and
went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a bat and dig in.
Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
Congressman: Did you order the HGH?
Clemens: (quietly) I did the job you sent me to do.
Congressman: Did you order the HGH?
Clemens: You're God damn right I did!!!
Congressman: I think I'm entitled to them.
Clemens: You want answers?
Congressman: I want the truth!
Clemens: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world
that has baseballs. And those balls have to be hit by men with bats.
Who's gonna do it? You? You, Congressman? I have a greater responsibility
than you can possibly fathom. You weep for steroids and you curse HGH.
You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know:
that HGH, while illegal, probably sells tickets. And my existence, while
grotesque and incomprehensible to you, sells tickets. You don't want
the truth because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties,
you want me on that mound. You need me on that mound. We use words like
fastball, slider, splitfinger...we use these words as the backbone to a
life spent playing something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither
the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and
falls asleep under the blanket of highlights I provide, then questions the
manner in which I provide them! I'd rather you just said thank you, and
went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a bat and dig in.
Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
Congressman: Did you order the HGH?
Clemens: (quietly) I did the job you sent me to do.
Congressman: Did you order the HGH?
Clemens: You're God damn right I did!!!
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