It’s that time of year again. Deep into baseball’s off season, and soon all anyone will be talking about is Roger Clemens. In years past it’s been the retirement watch, as he jerks everyone around, pretending he doesn’t know whether he’ll pitch again. This time we know the answer. He won’t. Steroid talk is so much more fun.

Round 2 of McNamee vs. Clemens is about to begin, and this week has the potential to make or break our opinions. It also has the potential to be another waste of time, as both sides presents evidence which means absolutely nothing. McNamee submitting syringes with Rocket DNA is about as meaningful as Clemens’ statistical analysis of his career was. The man already admitted that McNamee injected him with substances, only it could just has easily have been B12 as steroids. The only thing the syringes prove is that McNamee is a psycho. Who keeps bloody needles lying around the house for five years? McNamee claims it was because he didn’t trust Clemens to tell the truth. Please. McNamee’s credibility is based on the fact that he loved Clemens, the man who “treated him like family”. I’m a suspicious guy, but I don’t keep evidence of every bad thing my friends ever do, just in case one day I decide to turn against them. Hear that my scrawny friends? Take ‘roids all you want, you’re in the clear.

So what could happen in these Congressional proceedings that would mean something? It all depends on Andy Pettitte. Should the man go under oath, and corroborate McNamee’s story, that will be the final nail in the coffin. If, on the other hand, he says he has no knowledge of the situation, that doesn’t exonerate Roger by any means. He could either be lying, or Clemens could have kept his drug habits a secret. It really is a no win situation for Clemens. Now he must know how all those hitters felt facing his juiced up fastball; we’ll know starting this week if he fares any better than they.