No way Clemens can dodge Debbie now

The clock just struck 3:11 p.m. here on the East Coast...which means that in about 19 minutes a different woman is going to come forward and say that she was sleeping with Roger Clemens.
We're waiting with baited breath for the latest accusation of adultery against Clemens, one that would follow up stories that broke this week that the former pitcher cheated on his wife for years with country singer Mindy McCready, Angela Moyer and Paulette Dean Daly, ex-wife of golfer John Daly. I would pay a million dollars to be a fly on the wall to hear what Clemens' wife, Debbie, the mother of his four children, has to say about all of this.
Clemens began his affair with McCready when she was 15, but it's unlikely all these years later that he will face statutory rape charges. Moyer can be paid off for her silence, and so can Daly. Debbie is the woman that Clemens should fear, and it's not for the reasons you're thinking.
Yes, she can take Clemens to the cleaners in divorce court if she wants. She can take his houses, his cars and his sons. But Clemens' legacy as one of Major League Baseball's greatest pitchers is much more valuable to him than any of that, so valuable that he opened himself to multiple counts of perjury when he testified in front of a Congressional committee that he had never taken steroids or human growth hormone. Clemens went against the word of his former trainer, Brian McNamee, and his best friend, Andy Pettitte, famously insisting that Pettitte 'misremembered' conversations that the two allegedly had about steroids.
Here's a safe bet for Clemens -- his wife probably doesn't 'misremember' when Clemens said that she took HGH to prepare for a photo shoot earlier this decade. Debbie might be willing to remind The Rocket about how foolish he has made her look by breaking their wedding vows for all these years. And, in what would be the most damaging blow to Clemens, she just might 'misremember' her right to not testify against her spouse in a court of law.

-- The annual BCS mess
Now we all know how Martha Burke felt.
Burke is the misguided soul who attempted to strong-arm Augusta National and force the famously stubborn club to admit a female member on her terms, ignoring the fact that as a private entity Augusta can admit whoever it deems worthy. She promised protests and demonstrations only to be pushed to the edge of irrelevancy by a judge's ruling that forced Burke and her fellow demonstrators off the private property and the surrounding grounds. Her laughable cries for equality to club chairman Hootie Johnson fell on deaf ears.
Substitute the masses that follow college football for Burke and the university presidents that control the Bowl Championship Series for Johnson and you'll get the drift of what happened earlier this week. These men insist that any sort of playoff system replacing their outdated computer/poll/collusion model will not happen. Why would they allow teams an equal chance to decide the title on the field? That would make too much sense.   

-- The Bucks stop with Sampson
Now Kelvin Sampson can send text messages to his players until his thumbs fall off and sit in on three-way calls until he falls asleep on his desk. There's nothing negative the NBA is going to say about it, but grown men might not like constant ringing in their hotel rooms or while they're out a various night clubs in Atlanta, Miami, Los Angeles and every other glamour city on the league's schedule.
Sampson accepted an assistant coach's position with the Milwaukee Bucks this week, a move that he should have made a long time ago. After all, he can't ruin players' lives and programs' futures by improperly contacting potential lottery picks -- there's no such thing as too much background information on a player who is about to become a millionaire.
Oklahoma and Indiana should kick Sampson in the ass and wish him good riddance, because he would have saved both schools millions of dollars in salary and years worth of shame for the violations that he committed as their head men's basketball coach. Then again, both programs made the mistake of hiring a cheater in the first place. The Bucks obviously didn't learn anything from that.

-- Coleman's weak heart
I was glad to learn this morning that reports of ex-NBA player Derrick Coleman needing a heart transplant were false.
The New York Post reported late Thursday night that Coleman's health was failing quickly, shocking news when a 39-year-old former professional athlete is involved. Coleman apparently has some blood clots in his chest and is undergoing treatment at a Detroit hospital. As someone who had some heart problems this past summer, I thought I could sympathize with Coleman's situation.
Coleman insisted to ESPN's Stephen A. Smith that nothing serious was going on, which opens the door for fans in New Jersey, Philadelphia, Charlotte and Detroit (and me) to say what's been on their minds for the last 24 hours -- Coleman actually had a heart? This overweight, out of shape player who ate his way from No. 1 overall pick in 1990, one spot ahead Gary Payton (nine-time All-Star, nine-time All-Defensive First Team), to average Joe, had a heart? There was no way the transplant rumors could have been true.

-- Pacman bites another ghost
We'll end the week with what has become a daily update on the reality show that poses as Pacman Jones' real life. Now a member of Pacman's entourage says he shot three people during a fight at a Las Vegas strip club because Pacman ordered him to do it.
Arvin Kenti Edwards is facing three counts of attempted murder, and he clearly learned something from the guys who brought down Michael Vick on dogfighting charges -- multiple felonies is the going rate for biting the hand that feeds you. Edwards fingered Pacman as the person responsible for the fight that left one man paralyzed and two other wounded in a triple shooting at Minxx, the aftermath of a brawl that allegedly started when Pacman slapped a dancer's head into the stage. 
There's no way of knowing whether or not Edwards is telling the truth. He has just as much to lose here as Pacman does -- both men could be facing a long time in jail if a jury buys Edwards' version of the events. The thing that Pacman has working against him is that his many brushes with the law leave him vulnerable to such accusations. His stream of charges, from DUI to drug possession to assault and battery, make him a very shaky witness on his own behalf. The irony here is that Pacman, after being questioned a dozen times by police for his role in various incidents over the past two years, might be tripped up by something he didn't do.