I gotta tell ya: All the choreographed PR plays in the world and all hope that springs eternal now with Yankee fans, does not for one minute buy Roger Clemens an ounce of heartfelt excitement with me. I know the Yankees gave him $18 million reasons to come back. I know he’s one of the greatest ever to pull on a uniform (by the way, how many is that now?). I know he’s a sure-fire, first-time Hall of Famer. But for the love of God, can’t he just ride off into the Texas sunset and stay there?
Who knows? Maybe he snores at night? Maybe he leaves the toilet seat up? Maybe Mrs. Clemens finally had enough and forced him out of the house and back into the game? What I do know is we are all now subjected to at least one more tearful, heartfelt, (I really, really mean it this time) goodbye. And that makes me want to cry.
Monday, May 7, 2007
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