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Clemens on the bump; the Big House at bat

Roger Clemens is in a heap o' trouble, and here's why.

Lesson No. 1 in these deals, stupidly ignored by ballplayers and Presidents alike: You don't lie under oath. The feds don't like it when you do that.

How much easier would Bill Clinton's last years in the White House have been if, when asked about Monica Lewinsky, he'd simply said "Hell, yeah, we hooked up"? How much simpler would it have been for Clemens (and Barry Bondsl) to have simply 'fessed up to PED use when they had the chance?

You confess, you call a news conference, you express profound regret for having betrayed the confidence of the fans and the kiddies and the sport itself. End of issue. And instead of awaiting trial on a raft of perjury charges, you're awaiting entry into the Hall of Fame once everyone calms down and realizes that, if you're going to ban every player who might possibly have used PEDs at some indeterminate point in his career -- including all those in the '60s, '70s and '80s who gobbled amphetamines like candy -- you're won't have a Hall of Fame anymore. You'll have a Hall of Amnesia.

Trust me on this: In 10, 15 years a lot of the guys people say now will never get into the Hall of Fame will be in the Hall of Fame. One sentence on their plaques will unlock the door: "Played during what was known as the Steroids Era."

Who knows, Clemens and Bonds might even make it in -- if the Hall builds a special prison wing.

Ben Smith's blog.