And the winner is - well, to quote one responder, "Clemens, by a snout.'' At least so far. Between the emails and replies to this blog, Roger Clemens deserves the title of Biggest Pig in sports over Kobe Bryant. And, to paraphrase one of the regular readers, yes, it might be worth it to rename the award in honor of Alec "You're a Rude, Thoughtless Little Pig'' Baldwin.

No write-in votes, though, which is disappointing. Doesn't Pacman deserve some love, after preparing for one meeting with Roger Goodell with some lap dances the night before, and for getting caught speeding the week before the next meeting? To his credit, though, Pacman's no longer in position to ruin his team's season. Then again, he might have made enough of a good impression to get his suspension reduced. Probably not now, though.

Back to the Great Pig Debate. Most intriguing are the number of readers who defended Clemens with the "You'd do it too if you were offered that much to do so little'' argument. He's their hero, apparently. Which not only sends a pretty depressing message about the state of America's work ethic and sense of integrity, but also completely misses the point.

Clemens asked for all of this. He brought it into the negotiations, not the Astros or Yankees. It wasn't them who sweetened the pot by saying, "What if we let you go home between starts?'' It was Clemens' idea to not even consider joining a team before June. He had every opportunity to say, "I'm only pitching half the season, I've already made more money than God, some of my kids are grown and making money for themselves, and I'm almost forty-freakin'-five years old. So I'll give you a good rate for my services, maybe something incentive-laden, bonuses for winning and that sort of thing.''

By next season, he'll be demanding that he be allowed to sit in the stands and suck down a brew while the Yankees are batting.

But this is not meant to sway anyone's vote. Poor Kobe is not getting full recognition for his singleminded dedication to making as many things around him in the NBA revolve around him and his desires.

So keep those votes coming. And think about whether Alec Baldwin should either be GM of the Yankees or of the Lakers. Or, maybe, the Titans. In fact, maybe that's our next poll: with his mouth and his disregard for "rude, thoughtless pig(s),'' what franchise needs Alec as its owner?

Meanwhile, as you ponder the darkest corners of your soul to determine the standard by which you measure the value of Clemens, Kobe, Pacman and Alec Baldwin against the rest of decent society, lighten up for a minute and check this video out. Male readers: hold onto your credentials, because it ain't pretty.