To my faithful reader(s), one thing your loyal blogger values above all else is the truth, and nothing but the truth (and I am not talking about the new, controversial Direct TV ad with Tommy “The Truth” Thompson and a kid called “Half Truth”). I’m talking nothing but facts, Jack, and before I can say I did not cut down the cherry tree, I must confess that my headline this morning is a slight exaggeration, a white lie of sort, as I did not get up quite that early (but it was close).
On the subject of truth, in Washington the great debate has shifted from actually solving the nation’s debt ceiling and restoring full faith and credit(ability) of the United States government to who should be believed, the President or Eric Cantor, as to what happened in that Cabinet meeting room in the White House on Wednesday night. At least all of this is a slightly more pleasant discussion than as to what happened in the infamous New York hotel room a few months back. I will say no more.
Chubby, cheating pitcher Roger Clemens got a lucky call yesterday. You may remember that he was accused of not telling the truth to the United States Congress (doesn’t that happen every day?). Faster than you can swing and miss at the Rocket’s heat, his perjury trial was ejected as the prosecutors evidently showed video testimony of former teammate Andy Petite being questioned about his wife (this was G-rated testimony thankfully). Anyway, the Judge said this was a no-no, and the trial was no longer a go-go, and I can tell your reaction to all of this is only so-so (work with me here, it’s early).
In local news, the ramblin wreck of GA Tech crashed into the proverbial wall of truth yesterday, according to everyone’s favorite, the NCAA. Evidentially, what began as a minor inquiry over $312 worth of clothes to a player turned into a four year’s probation and stripping the school of its well earned 2009 ACC championship. Ough! Even a Georgia fan might find that a little harsh. But you know what they say, the cover-up is usually worse than the crime and the truth will set you free.
So before I fall off my moral high horse (or put another quarter in to continue the ride), I need to jump off this carousel and bid you adieu. See you over the weekend.