In the fall of 2005 on a weekday evening, I was alone in my apartment jumping up and down while screaming in jubilee as my beloved Houston Astros won the National League pennant for the first time in history. I’ve invested a lot in this team over the years. I had all the team set of Topps 1988 campaign. I was there when Craig Biggio was a rookie and when we traded for some third-baseman named Bagwell. I remember my last game in the Astrodome when Biggio hit a home run into the section on my left to beat the Braves 2-1. I’ve been to countless games at Enron Field/Astros Field/Minute Maid Park. And in this single moment for the first time in my life could utter the words, “We’re going to the World Series!”
Everything went in the Astros favor that year. The hitting was timely and the pitching was lights out. The hometown heroes tandem of Roger Clemens and Andy Pettitte were leading the team they watched growing up towards a season to remember. They ran out of gas in the World Series against a White Sox team that was just a tad better in every area of the game.
But it wasn’t just the success on the field that made the season memorable. I jumped at the opportunity to go to any game and marked my calendar for the days Clemens was pitching. Baseball is great to watch, but it’s incredible to watch someone like Clemens pitch. He is so dominate and imposing that it changes the way you watch the game. When he’s on the mound, you pay careful attention to every pitch and soak in the buzz that takes over the atmosphere.
While he was playing for the Astros, I always avoided the “steroids” question. It was just one of those topics that had no beneficial outcome regardless of the answer. His legendary rise in his latter years was a query that was better left unresolved.
When the Mitchell Report was released in December, it unveiled what seemed to be an endless list of players involved with steroids, but the only one that really mattered was Roger Clemens. There was no bigger name and no one with more evidence to his wrongdoing than the Spring Woods High School legend. Coincidentally, he was also the player with the most to lose.
In the past few days, Clemens and his former trainer, Brian McNamee, have appeared before the members of Congress to decipher who is telling the truth. There have been some moments that seem far-fetched for even the best writers. From what I’ve heard and seen, they both look like liars to me. I don’t believe everything that McNamee says and I don’t believe anything Clemens professes in that room.
There are numerous folks out there forming opinions about Clemens based solely on this aspect of his career. While it surely should not be dismissed, there is much more to the guy. Maybe he wouldn’t have been such a dominant pitcher had he not used steroids, but it wouldn’t have changed the heart that exists in that man. He’s always involved in his community and alma mater. He has charities, drive, and the money to support both. He loves teaching the game to younger kids and being the guy around the clubhouse that helps mold the younger guys in the game.
All things considered, I don’t blame him for taking “steroids”. Had I been in his position as a flamed-out phenom, I would have done whatever it took to succeed. In a period of the game where there was no ruling or legitimate testing for HGH, the choice is easy. HGH is used in multiple professions, but sports are the only ones that we seem to care about much.
These are some humbling days for the Clemens household, but they will come to an end. Eventually, people will forgive his iniquities and allow him to move on from his current status. He has obviously made some poor decisions, but count me in the camp that doesn’t condone, but understands.