Thursday, December 13, 2007
Decker's doppelgänger BUSTED!
Former Mets clubhouse employee Kirk Radomski said that he sent multiple shipments of steroids to Eric Gagne between 1999 and 2004, including one package that was sent to Dodger Stadium. Radomski alleges that Paul Lo Duca purchased steroids on Gagne's behalf and recalls having direct contact with him just once, at which time they reportedly spoke about how to get the air out of a syringe. According to the Mitchell Report, the Red Sox had internal discussions about Gagne's past steroid usage before acquiring him in 2007, including an e-mail from general manager Theo Epstein that read: "Have you done any digging on Gagne? I know the Dodgers think he was a steroid guy."
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Look man...the important thing here is that everybody keep cool. If you don't get the air out of a syringe that's just bad business.
Lo Duca was saying to Johnny Cat and Vera Orange down in the alley that he thought it was all trash. It was time to get out. But how are you supposed to get out when everywhere's in? We went through airports like they were swimming pools and the syringes like Hindoo servants from the 19th century hiding in our bags waiting for the night to come out.
Sometimes I was a monster.
But Lo Duca, he was a manimal. Screaming, pounding on his c*ck and calling himself invincible and snorting lines of steroids off of strippers and smoking steroids out of hookahs and throwing the vases at walls, his arteries and veins screaming like motorists stuck at a parade. And he was spanking his thigh trying to get it ready for the angel and he said it was better to eat it all with bananas. The steroids were coming thick all over, like vines in a jungle, you just had to reach out and when we were in Vegas in January last the man reached out and touched us and said we were what was supposed to be. I felt the chemicals bond with my chemicals and I was the future. I nodded and sat at the $2500 tables with a man who introduced himself from Tupelo. We were flipping cards and I put some steroids in my brandy and he called me Art.
Sometimes the baseball would look like a big steroid, just a big pill and I would chew on the seams like a dog. I wanted to be animal and chemical and I wanted to eat the baseball all the way to the plate and the steroids just made me so high it was like we were all going to die and become planets circling a big steroid on a baseball diamond that reached across the univeserse.
Hammering Eddie said that's all there was. These steroids. We shouldn't play the game, we should just juice and tell everybody what happened after.
Hmmm, it appears you haven't been tested lately...
(As an aside, any idea why the Mets let The Manimal go and released Johnny Estrada, in favor of the completely punchless Brian Schneider? If there's someone who needs to get roided up, it's that weakling. Sheesh. Anyway, this helps the Phillies.)
I guess if steroids bring us good literature it isn't all bad...
Hey, I'm going on Methylprednisolone today. It's mostly for my ear and throat infection, but do you have any words of wisdom on how my four seam fastball will break?
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