roger and me
I have a love/hate relationship with Roger Clemens. I love the Yankees, but I hate him. Thereís no doubt that Clemens is an amazing pitcher. Heíll go down in history when he gets his 300th win, heíll be elected to the Hall of Fame in his first year of eligibility. But I just canít bring myself to like him.
I hated Clemens when he was on the Red Sox. I found to him to be a selfish, whiny, unpredictable player. There is nothing I despise in all of sports more than a selfish player. Itís why I was never a Rickey Henderson fan, even when he played for the Yankees. So when Clemens donned the pinstripes, I couldnít automatically turn off the disdain I had for him. It stuck. He proved worthy of my venom with the whole Piazza incident. Nothing since or before that has made me think he is anything but a creep.
Yesterday he went for this 300th win, which would gain a bit of immortality and put him in fine company. And there I was not rooting for him. Not rooting against the Yankees, per se, but not feeling awful that Clemens was obviously going to be pulled from the game. I hoped for the best of both worlds; that the Yankees would beat the Sox, but Clemens wouldnít get the win. Oh, I know he will get his 300th win eventually, I just would rather it not be at Yankee Stadium against his former team; let it happen against Detroit, when no one will be watching, anyhow. Or less people, at least.
Iím sure my Yankee Fan in Good Standing card will be revoked for this, but itís not going to break my heart if something should happen that would prevent Clemens from getting his 300th.
As long as the Yankees still finish first, of course.
Hey, itís called a fantasy, so shut up.