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Oh my darling, it's Clemens time

May 6, 2007 @ 9:26pm

Niki and Victor were occupied with some visiting family so I got to take Jack to our Yankees game along with his Grandpa Noel. Somewhere around the seventh inning they made what sounded like a pretty serious announcement: all fans needed to turn their attention to the owner's box or the giant video screen. From our incredible nosebleed seats*, that meant watching on the video screen.

They were showing a beefy guy in a suit holding a microphone and my first thought was that someone was going to propose to his girlfriend. A second later I recognized that it was Roger Clemens. So did everyone else and the whole crowd went insane -- so insane that we only heard parts of his announcement, but there was no way he would have been saying anything other than "I'm back" or "I still get to keep the Hummer, right?"

Roger Clemens is now a Yankee

I read his exact message online this evening: "Well, they came and got me out of Texas. I can tell you it's a privilege to be back. I'll be talking to y'all soon."

We were there for the first of his last ever regular season starts at the end of 2003. It was the fourth Yankee home game we had taken Jack to before he had turned one.

The Yahoo Sports article I read goes on to say, "So, give Clemens some time to bring his arm and legs around and give him three minor-league starts, and that puts him on the mound right around June 1. The Yankees open a three-game series on June 1 in ... oh, Boston."


The Chevy Player of the Game survey at the end of the game was really cool. You had to text your answer to Chevy and the choices were:

  1. Darrell Rasner
  2. Derek Jeter
  3. Bobby Abreu
  4. Roger Clemens

* In Detroit at The Palace at Auburn Hills the term "nosebleed seats" refers to the first three rows courtside. At a Yankees game the term "nosebleed seats" means the last couple of rows from the top. Just trying to help translate for all of my Detroit-based readers.

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