Brian McNamee Now Says He Injected 54 People with HGH and Steroids at Clemens Family Reunion
Let’s play two! Or Fifty! The Clemens family reunion took on the look of a circus sideshow as aunts, uncles, grandparents, and distant cousins literally raised the roof in some cases
HOUSTON, TX (Sportsman’s Daily Wire Service) Want the latest spin on the ongoing Clemens-McNamee case? How about Grandma playing high intensity volleyball at age ninety-two? Ancient Uncle Charlie in a full-on bare knuckles street fight with a twenty-two year old? Octogenarian Aunt Helen holding an iron-cross position on the still rings for eleven minutes straight? This isn’t your father’s family reunion, but it happened at the Clemens compound. Amid hamburgers, hotdogs, potato salad and pineapple upside down cake, impossible, Herculean tasks occurred this past summer at Roger Clemens’ sprawling Houston area estate says former Clemens trainer Brian McNamee and several associates.
McNamee, who recently claimed he injected the seven time Cy Young Award winner’s wife Debra with HGH (Human Growth Hormone) at Clemens’ request saying it would help her with her bikini shoot for Sports Illustrated, shot nearly an hour of video tape at the Clemens family reunion. The tape clearly reveals the inhuman effects of McNamee’s steroid cocktails and how each member of Clemens’ extended family reacted.
“I saw it. It was a Dickensian nightmare.” said Clark Beswick, a friend of McNamee. “Clemens’ aunt was running around the front yard carrying a rather large pony, then scampered up ten flights of stairs up to raging bar-b-que pit where two dozen shirtless men and women sung Druid folks songs as the aunt performed an armstand back double somersault tuck into a shallow pond. It was quite breathtaking and horrific at the same time.”
“What I saw brings tears to my eyes whenever I think of it,” said neighbor Ron Bittner. “Six year old girls with razor sharp teeth and full beards chasing rabid raccoons up elm trees is a sight that will haunt me for decades. I challenge any man to look upon that, and not be changed in some way. Guess I’ll have to work that crap out with my shrink. Thanks a heap Roger.”
McNamee claims he genuinely feels bad about all that’s happened. “It started out innocently enough I guess,” McNamee said. “I was just trying to get a career back on track. Roger’s tank was empty around 1997. Granted, I realize I filled it with high test when I saw his numbers after age thirty-three blossom to superhuman proportions. But then when Roger wanted me to jab the entire family with juice, I knew I had entered a dark world I’d never be able to return from – a world of seedy back rooms, subpoenas, investigations, and nephews and nieces with rippling muscles and an insatiable hunger for the blood of small woodland creatures and next door neighbors – which, ya know, is a trifle disquieting.”
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