Given that I’m the kind of person that can’t locate a receipt within two minutes of leaving a store I can’t help but be impressed by the fact that Roger Clemens’ managed to retain a receipt from a game of golf he played in 1998 ( I also didn’t realize that rounds of golf could be exchanged if you weren’t happy with them).
But it does seem that both he and McNamee were pretty much hoarding everything from those days (didn’t McNamee’s wife get annoyed at having Roger Clemens’ blood in the cellar?) and it has now become clear that the only reason Roger prolonged his career for as long as he did was to pay for, what must have been, extortionately high storage costs.
I remain convinced that both men are telling the truth and will be vindicated by history.
Today’s song is this.