ROGER CLEMENS gave his denial to MIKE WALLACE of '60 MINUTES' last night and then filed a defamation lawsuit against his trainer but as ROGER said "Who believes him or does not depends on the individual"...
a simple game
The leather glove partially hides his face
The scowl and intent eyes barely visible
As he brings his large right hand up
To grab the hard white baseball
Roger Clemens exhales
And all the scorching raw air
From barren Texas plains rushes
Fast as a tornado
Sucking up all life in its brief path
At you the batter
Unpredicatable where it will go
And you wonder if that hard white ball
Is streaking toward your head
And your mind swirls with fear
And your legs totter queasily like little kids' jelly
Before it spills embarassingly on you
Marking you as just a child
Then the ball slaps into the catcher's mitt
The umpire yells 'Strike'
And Roger Clemens waits
On the dusty mound
Seemingly ageless
Only weathered by time
Alone like some stubborn cattle rancher
After the meaty herd has been disposed of
Hungering to do it all again.
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