JoeLavin.com - Jose Canseco Reviewed: With Spoilers

With a big hat-tip to Deadspin…

This random guy, Joe Lavin, who’s apparently some sort of Internet writer dumb-lucked his way into buying a copy of Canseco’s new book about two weeks early. There are three big names named - but all three have already been fingered by Canseco in one way or another: Roger Clemens, Magglio Ordonez and Alex Rodriguez.

While Canseco was the very, very unsavory and let’s be honest, just icky, canary in the coalmine the first time around, and happened to be correct, I just don’t know if truth lightning hits twice, but unfortunately we can’t just say, “Please Jose, go away. Off to Pros vs. Joes with you!”

As Lavin notes, his “evidence” is specious at time… and its revealed after the jump.

On Ordonez: The Ordonez story is, by now, routine—just that old yarn of one player injecting another with steroids, possibly in the buttocks. Canseco does point out that the recent New York Times report—that Canseco had offered to keep Ordonez “in the clear” if Ordonez invested five million dollars in a documentary that Canseco was producing—is not true. Canseco says there was no blackmail, and that there is no documentary at all, which is Sundance’s loss, I guess.

On Clemens: After a home run, Clemens would just make jokes like, “Man, you must have had your juice this morning!” Other times, he would say that he was off to take his “B-twelve shots,” which, Canseco says, is how players often refer to steroids. He does later state that Clemens did not attend the much-discussed barbecue at Canseco’s house which was mentioned in the Mitchell Report.

Lavin goes on to say he wanted to name Clemens in Juiced, but feels the conspiratorial black helicopters came and stopped him.

And on A-Rod: As for Alex Rodriguez, Canseco says he didn’t inject Rodriguez, but that he “introduced Alex to a known supplier of steroids.” Canseco didn’t mention Rodriguez in the first book because he “hated the bastard.” He was worried that people would have “questioned [his] motives” had he included Rodriguez.

So A-Rod, if you’re reading this book, and if I’m not getting through to you, let’s get clear on one thing: I hate your f***ing guts.