Friday, February 8, 2008

An Excuse to Run the Debbie Clemens Pic

Brian McNamee told Congress yesterday that he injected Roger Clemens' wife Debbie with HGH just prior to the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue photoshoot back in 2002. The supposed HGH-fueled cheesecake can be seen to the right.

I'm not sure where McNamee is going with all of this, but between the syringes, gauze, crumpled Miller Lite cans, and now the Debbie Clemens stuff, he's clearly sending a signal to Clemens that says "you may have more money, but I have nothin' to lose."

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

What's the definition of 'just prior?' I am certainly no expert on steroids/hgh/etc, but just how fast are this things supposed to work? I was never under the impression that these things were wonder drugs until I read (actually, perused) the mitchell report and saw claims of people getting injected and then immediately having the best season or half-season of their career. But if one injection of HGH a week or so before a photo shoot can make Debbie look like that, then fuck diet and exercise. I'll just go a couple shots of HGH to lose these last 15 pounds.

Don Evans said...

Can McNamee inject my girlfriend with HGH ?

Anonymous said...

I've always thought that Clemens was guilty, but McNamee's actions over the last few days have got me to wondering if maybe the guy is a loon and questioning his actions. HGH adds bulk and is not ideal for building definition. It also works over a period of time. An injection before the photo shoot would do nothing.

Anonymous said...

I lose respect for Clemens when I look at this pic. And also because he looked like a Bonds-like giant next to his lawyer on the hill. But his wife...nice fake tits. I have little respect for any woman who buys tits as large as what I am looking at here. And he is lame for allowing his wife to do this. He probably wanted it, for all I know. I'm certainly drawing a lot of conclusions out of possible thin air, but I call 'em like I see 'em. And I'm thinking these might well be two lame ass Americans. So they can board one of their Hummers and move to Cliche Lame American Town. I'd be just as happy to never have to think about them again.