Not guilty.  End of story.  All the filthy swine that turned on him can crawl back into their mud holes and cease to exist.

Yes, his legacy will forever be tarnished by his time in a Yankees uniform, but we can overlook that.  I can’t stand  the way people crucified him, especially the people of Houston.  He brought us our greatest season in Astros’ history, 2005, which is the last season that will ever mean anything to real Astros’ fans now that they have been bought by carpetbagger Jim Crane, the St. Louis criminal, and moved to the video game American League with their baseball-bastardization designated hitter rule.

Roger Clemens is the second-greatest pitcher to ever come out of Texas (yes, born in OH, but learned to be a man in Texas), which by default makes him the second-greatest pitcher in history.  4,672 strikeouts and 354 wins back that claim up nicely.

Mr. Clemens, on a personal note, the only Yankees memorabilia I allow on the walls of my home is an autographed 8×10 from the Subway Series of you in a classic pinstriped Yankees uniform.  That’s how much I believed.  This is a great day!