From Torre’s new book: To get himself into a proper mood on days he started, Roger would first get into a hot tub, with the heat on max. Then
No point here, just something I thought I’d share.
From Torre’s new book: To get himself into a proper mood on days he started, Roger would first get into a hot tub, with the heat on max. Then
No point here, just something I thought I’d share.
I hope Donahue was very, VERY well-paid.
This is a good (if partial) answer to Piazza’s question to Clemens immediately following the batshard-throwing incident: “What’s your problem?”
“My balls are on fire, plus I’ve got steroids in my system, and I’ve got third-degree burns on my entire epidermis besides. You’re lucky I don’t rip your heart out through your nose and eat it raw.”
Kind of gives new meaning to the phrase: “Great balls of fire,” doesn’t it?
Kind of gives new meaning to the phrase: “Now warming up in the bullpen,…”, too.
He couldn’t rub it on his own sack? That is demented. it should keep him out of the Hall of Flame.
So all that time he really was doctoring the balls.
rimshot
All the sportswriters who described Clemens as a fireballer now feel kind of dirty.
Maybe it, um, made him snort like a bull too, ya know?
“Can I be in the Hall Of Fame?”
You took steroids, you lie about it, and you have a trainer rub hot ointment on your nuts. Get the hell away from me you creepy ass FUCK!
LOL, literally. I think it helped that I was imagining Bob Costas saying it.
Liar, liar, [del]pants[/del] nuts on fire.
Kinda incredible to compare the adulation he used to receive with what he’d likely encounter were he to try and return to the game now. He and Bonds have cemented a place in baseball lore arguably unseen before.
I never liked the guy, and nothing I’ve heard about the jackass since he’s left the game has changed my mind.
If I was the trainer, I would never rub another man’s nutsack with anything but sandpaper. And if forced to, it would only be once. A big glob of that liniment would find it’s way up Clemens’ ass. See if he’d ask ME to do it again.
What an egomaniac. I know these guys are pampered and all, but honestly… having your team trainer rub liniment on your own scrotum? WTF?
I hope all these 'roid boys don’t get into the HOF. An outrage!
By the way, does the story you quote discuss the first conversation between the two men?
Roger: Listen, Donahue… you seem like a nice fella, and you have soft hands. Can you put this Liquid Heat on my testicles? After you shave them, of course.
Donahue: I’d love to! Let me get my camera!
Single biggest mistake in Mike Piazza’s career was not charging the mound and beating that psychopath with the butt-end of his bat after Clemens threw that broken bat head at him.