roger clemens' wife is a cheating whore

just saw this tidbit on the ticker, that bottom troller/feeder/scroller that can change lives in just the seconds it takes for some production jock to key in the text in a studio. in this case, here's what it so deftly said:

"Brian McNamee testified before Congress that he injected Roger Clemens' wife with HGH in 2003 with Clemens' permission before a SI cover shoot."

which of course, means only one thing: Roger Clemens' wife is a no-good, cheating fraud. a phony. a fake. a pure canard. a prevarication. a lie. here, let's use the SI link, too.

see, she's basically flat-out ruined everything it's ever meant to be an athlete's trophy wife in an SI swimsuit issue, and we're just fucking appalled. plus, she looks like she snapped that fucking bat over her leg in the next sequential. fuck you Bo Jackson, you big pussy--Roger Clemens' nameless wife could crush your fucking skull with her abs!

in protest, we're also re-canceling the SI subscription we originally let slide back in the early 90s, right before we stopped reading The Sporting News and right after we had a 4-month infatuation with ESPN: The Magazine before we realized what absolutely fatuous corporate bullshit it was. seriously, this is more depressing to us than our former subscription to Writer's Digest was--you have no idea how easy it is to write a short story or stealthily cloaked feel-good Jesus novel with a fucking dragon. /roar.

but we digress. that wife of Roger Clemens bitch is a cheater. no way she gets in the Hall of Fame now.