... But not in the joyous spirit of Fritz Peterson and Mike Kekich.
More in the greasy bedpan sense of Nick Nolte in that bad "Hulk" movie. In fact, this whole Mr. Rocket Goes to Washington scandal is turning into a bad "Hulk" sequel.
Today's Times has it. Here's all you need to know:
McNamee, Clemens’s former trainer, had stated in a sworn deposition Thursday that he not only injected Clemens with steroids and human-growth hormone but had also injected Clemens’s wife, Debbie, with H.G.H., at Clemens’s request.
Evidently, around 2002, Debbie's split-finger lost its bite, and she was on the verge of being sent to Columbus for special work with Billy Connors. A little juice, and -- before you could say Grimsley! -- her curves were breaking, her cheese picked up heat, and she became filthy again, capable of going the distance!
Yes, folks, this Congressional inquiry has become the 2008 U.S.A. Full-Employment Act for bad puns. What began as a victory lap for Redsock patron saint George Mitchell has turned into a crushed beer can full of syringes. Couldn't happen to a nicer bunch.
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Kim Mattingly had a few pokes too, I think.
Sounds like open season on juicing rocket's wife.
Where does the line form?
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