A bunch of needles, syringes and other paraphernalia handed over by stool pigeon former steroid peddler Brian McNamee have been shown to contain Roger Clemens’s DNA after being tested by federal authorities. What remains to be determined, at this point, is whether these same needles contained residue of steroids, residue of B12 or residue of something even grosser that I don’t want to think about. Actually, I don’t want to think about any of this, period. Brian McNamee’s needles and Barry Bonds’s pee can both go away. And so can McNamee, Bonds and Clemens, and all the rest of the tainted players from the ’80s, ’90s and early 2000s and their weasley, whistleblowing pushers.
People gripe about baseball trying to sweep the steroids issue under the rug…but I think it was a great idea. Who wants this stuff popping up on their monitor every morning while they’re trying to have their coffee and Little Debbies? A humble request to the feds: Please, just let it go. Let MLB punish these guys by not allowing them into the Hall of Fame. That should be enough. We don’t need to analyze every tiny flake of Roger Clemens’s ass-skin from off every needle Brian McNamee ever put in a plastic bag and stuck in his fridge. We get it: He’s a cheat. None of this will ever be definitive enough to force the tearful confession some have a hard-on for (Bob Costas), so what’s the difference?
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