9:00 - has it started yet? im too hung over for this going back to bed

11:45 - Shit I overslept. Okay, well I guess I’ll turn on the TV and get this started.

11:50 - I’m bored, too many people talking and not saying anything. Someone else want to chime in? I’m going to play some Guitar Hero.

1:25 - Huh, looks like no one else has posted. Maybe we’ll do a recap after it’s over. Making a run to the c-store for a soda.

2:10 - Is it finally over? Well, thanks for reading our live blog of the Roger Clemens hearing.

Alright, maybe the blogosphere was better off without that waste of bandwidth, but here are a couple thoughts on the whole media circus that took place on Capitol Hill yesterday:

Brian McNamee looks and sounds like a little weasel.

Roger Clemens didn’t come off smelling like roses either.

I loved it when members of Congress would start their questions with a statement about how they think the whole hearing is a farce and a waste of time, but that didn’t stop them from mugging for the camera and asking questions anyway.

Christopher Shay of Connecticut calling McNamee a drug dealer was classic.

Henry Waxman gaveling Clemens for interrupting his closing remarks (”This is not your time to argue with me!”) was even better.

Someone committed perjury yesterday and the Justice Department is damn well going to find out who it was and send them to jail. I am so looking forward to that witch-hunt.

Ryan is one of the all-time great pitchers to be sure, but he doesn’t have much of a track record as a baseball administrator so I’m not very confident he’ll be able to turn this thing around. It would be great, though, to see him go a couple rounds out on the field once again.

According to MLB.com:

A graphic red, white and blue image of the Japanese outfielder that includes a rising sun includes the statement, “I don’t need an interpreter. My bat does the talking.”

“It’s a very international campaign. Yet the red, white and blue also makes it very Cub,” said Scott Maney, president and executive creative director of Jones, which is based in the River North section of Chicago and the company behind the creation of the ads.

I suppose if offending people throughout Asia and the Pacific who suffered under the yoke of the Japanese Imperial battle flag is your idea of being “international,” then brother you’ve accomplished that.

This year Jose has a new book set to be released called Vindicated, which I guess is supposed to be a big F.U. to everyone who doubted his word. Oh, and he names some more names. Unless, of course, you can come up with enough scratch to keep your name out of the book. At least that’s what Magglio Ordóñez says.

José Canseco, the former major league slugger and admitted steroid user who exposed other players in his 2005 best-selling book “Juiced,” offered to keep a Detroit Tigers outfielder “clear” in his next book if the player invested money in a film project Canseco was promoting, according to a person in baseball with knowledge of the situation.

Four people in baseball confirmed that referrals were made from Major League Baseball to the F.B.I. regarding Canseco’s actions relating to the six-time All-Star outfielder Magglio Ordóñez, who was not mentioned in Canseco’s earlier book or in any other report on performance-enhancing drugs in baseball. All four insisted on anonymity because they said they didn’t have authority to speak about the events.

Mark McGuire must be pissed he wasn’t made the same offer three years ago. I bet he would have paid.

What kind of deadbeat company is Wrigley anyway? They haven’t paid one red cent to keep their name on that building, and Zell just wants his due.

Never mind that he has absolutely no interest in owning and operating a baseball team but he can’t seem to find anyone willing to pay enough to take it off his hands. Never mind the fact that Zell sees the baseball stadium as deadweight that he was forced to acquire along with the newspaper business. Never mind the fact that Tribune is trying to flimflam the state of Illinois into buying the landmark structure with taxpayer dollars just to get it off the balance sheet.

Never mind all that, Zell just wants what’s fair. Can’t you all understand that?

Great, so now for the next six months every time I turn on ESPN or read SI.com I’ll be treated to stories about ass sores? And people wonder why I’m not a bigger baseball fan.

Thanks (I think) to Can’t Stop The Bleeding for finding this, uh, artifact.

“Sox first baseman Kevin Youkilis shaved off his famed goatee at the Cask ‘n Flagon yesterday, collecting $5,000 from Gillette for his Hits for Kids charity. But the close shave was no quick shave. With the lights from more than a dozen TV cameras shined on and a throng of media and fans cheered, the Golden Glove-winning good guy first had his facial hair trimmed. For a few moments yesterday afternoon, the slugger was sporting only a moustache before he showed off his clean-shaven face.”

While we’d much rather see brave souls growing facial hair for cold, hard cash, I guess raising money for the children is a noble enough endeavo. Bravo, Kevin Youkilis, bravo.

Such is the case with the Tampa Bay Devil Rays, one of the most God awful expansion franchises in all of sports. Last night they unveiled their new name and team colors: It’s now the Tampa Bay Rays, thank you very much. Yes, the Rays, as in sunlight, as in Sunshine State, as in what the hell does it matter what you call it, the team still hasn’t had a winning season in almost a decade. Shit Sandwich.

First there was the Mighty Ducks switching names to just the Ducks (okay, maybe that wasn’t such a bad move) and then the Anaheim Angels became the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. When will the St. Louis Rams change their name to the New England Patriots of Missouri? If you want fans to stop thinking your team sucks ass, then make your team not suck ass anymore.

Anyway, about 7,000 people turned out in Tampa to celebrate the Rays new name and colors. That’s probably about the same number of fans that will buy tickets next year. Good luck with that new name.