And listen, it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. Roger Clemens is one of the greatest pitchers of all time, maybe the greatest, but he's also a first-class punk. He has a way of coming up spectacularly small at the biggest moments, dating all the way back to his stupidly getting himself thrown out of a playoff game in 1990. (He shouldn't have been thrown out, but he also shouldn't have put himself in position to be thrown out.)It seems everybody in the latte set is taking their potshots at Clemens lately. The other day came this Slate piece from a snivelling Sox fan named Seth Stevenson, whose open letter to Clemens begins:
And maybe even dating beyond that, depending on whose story you believe about why he came out after seven innings of Game 6 in the 1986 World Series. John McNamara, then the Red Sox manager, has always claimed that Clemens asked out because of a blister. Clemens, who is more believable in this argument, has maintained he was yanked for a pinch hitter.
...In 26 postseason starts, Clemens is 8-6 with an earned-run average of 3.47. In the regular season, he's averaged a 13-7 record and a 3.18 ERA per 26 starts, which is about three-fourths of a season's worth. And that includes his lousy late Boston period in the mid-'90s. Of course it's tougher to pitch in the postseason, where all opponents are good teams, but we're talking about arguably the greatest pitcher of all time. For someone who could have been expected to put up Bob Gibson numbers in October, 8-6 with a 3.47 doesn't cut it.
Dear Roger Clemens,That one may as well have come from a Saturday Night Live skit starring resident Sox whiner Seth Myers, whose shtik just cracks me up.
Let me offer my hearty congratulations on starting the All-Star Game. Wow, that is really terrific. I'd like to note, however, that I hate you.
Also: You are fat. They say you've got this hard-core training regimen, with calisthenics and whatnot. I'm not seeing it. You're wicked fat.
Oh, perhaps that was uncalled for. You know what else was uncalled for? Sucking, every time it mattered. You ruined my childhood, fatty. Because the trauma you put me through as a young, impressionable Red Sox fan has stunted my emotional growth, I revert to a juvenile mind-set whenever I see you. Like repeatedly calling you fat.
It's much more enjoyable to extrapolate a certain moral superiority from on-field success, to attribute that game-winning double to your heart and desire, rather than to your fast-twitch muscles and hitting the fastball at just the right angle to push it past the diving center fielder. It's this need to turn physics and physicality into a statement about the character of people--to stick labels on them based on their day at work and the bounce of a ball--that is the most damning thing about the myth of clutch.Yankee fans should have no beef with Clemens' performance in the postseason, and neither should Kaufman. I sent him an email which I'll excerpt here while adding a few hyperlinks:
While I don't consider myself much of a Roger Clemens fan -- I've screamed myself hoarse at him on more than one occasion -- I do feel compelled to defend him against your charges of him coming up short in big games... while Clemens had a reputation for big-game disaster in Boston, he did a considerable job of shedding that tag in New York: 7-4 with a 3.21 ERA in his pinstriped postseasons, including 3-0, 1.50 ERA in five World Series starts. Yes, there are a few meltdowns in there, but there are also some stellar performances:I look forward to seeing if Kaufman responds. Much as I often thought of Clemens as a punk myself during his tenure in pinstripes, I'm prejudiced by the fact that I was at that '99 clincher. Good fortune found me in the ballpark with a team given the chance to clinch a championship, perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Clemens didn't let me down. It may be twisting the knife in Sox fans' backs, but I'll say that nothing will ever take the memory of the ovation Clemens received when he departed. Yankee Stadium shook, and it didn't stop shaking for the hour and a half. You don't forget a thing like that, and you tip your cap to the men who made it possible, the Rocket included.
* Given the chance to earn his first World Series ring in '99, he rebounded from a humiliation in Boston -- the team's only loss of the postseason -- and went 7.2 innings with 1 run allowed in Game Four to ensure a sweep over Atlanta.
* After getting shelled in the 2000 ALDS, he emphatically rammed the bat up the Mariners' collective asses (hey, there's no way to put it politely; just ask Alex Rodriguez, who went sprawling) with a 1-hit, 15-K performance in the ALCS and in the Series blew the Mets away as well with an 8-inning, 2-hit, 9-K game that's remembered for less flattering reasons.
* In 2001, with the Yanks down 2-0 in the Series -- a must-win -- he beat the Snakes by combining on a 3-hitter, then pitched 6.1 innings of 1-run, 10-K ball in Game Seven, leaving with the score tied.
* As all hell broke loose in that ALCS Game Three brouhaha last year, Clemens kept his cool like a little Fonzie, pitching 6 strong innings of 2-run ball, letting the Sox wear themselves out with emotional outbursts such as Pedro's whinefest and Manny's charging the mound. The Yanks won the tense 4-3 game.
* He even gutted out that ugly 3-run first inning in last year's Game Four to last seven frames without giving up another run; the Yanks did tie the score only to lose in 12. At the time that looked as though it might be the last game of Clemens' storied career; it would have been a much more honorable ending than the great majority of players' -- even great ones' -- careers.
You compare Clemens' postseason record to Bob Gibson's and it appears to come up a bit short. That's like saying Willie Mays couldn't hold a candle to Babe Ruth, as Gibson is only the single best postseason pitcher ever in many peoples' eyes. Clemens managed a 1.90 ERA in his seven Series starts, not too shabby next to Gibson's 1.89 ERA in his nine Series starts. When one considers how much higher scoring Clemens' era is than Gibson's, that's a bit more impressive, as is the fact that he was doing this at the time he was pushing 40, while Gibson was still in his early 30s prime. No, he didn't last as many innings as Gibby, but then Gibby didn't have Mariano Rivera to hand the ball to, either.
You seem to look at Clemens and remember only the failures, and yes, there are many, as there will be when you scan a player's 21-year career. I look at Clemens and while I feel no personal affinity for him, I recognize that while the man occasionally let his emotions get the better of him in key moments, he took his punches and got off the mat, ready to come back even stronger the next time. That doesn't make him the best pitcher ever. It doesn't even make him immortal. It makes him human, and we should be so lucky as to see that in all of our superstars.
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