Road trips have always offered freedom, and that's how the Wednesday afternoon drive from Charlotte to Daytona Beach, Fla., began. I finally got my satellite radio fixed, grabbed 15 CDs and my iPOD and was ready to roll.
The sunshine broke through on I-77 in South Carolina and I was listening to Bluesville as I approached Columbia. But I had wanted to learn more about the he/said, she/said Congressional Hearings Wednesday morning, which I had missed.
I turned to C-SPAN and got lucky; the network was replaying the hearings in their entirety and I caught them from the start.
The hearings carried me all the way to Florida. I found them absolutely compelling. When I had to stop, or when the signal was blocked, I pleaded for C-SPAN to return.
Whether government should be investigating Roger Clemens and what he did or didn't do is debatable. But this was a steroid train wreck that was impossible to turn off, and Major League Baseball is to blame.
Some of the lines of questioning were brilliant. Some weren't. Some of the questioners were buffoons, all but asking Clemens for an autograph.
I wish I had seen it on TV so I could have matched faces with voices.
What I concluded was this: (A) It's a beautiful thing when you can drive all the way to Florida without playing a single CD; (B) government can be compelling; (C) Roger lost.