
Instead, Clemens spent 2005 with the pennant-winning Astros, then part of 2006 with a vastly depleted Astros team. Free again, media talk heated up again this winter that as to whether or not he'd retire, and, failing that, which team would sign him -- either his hometown Astros, the Red Sox, or the Yankees, where he had won a World Series ring.
But to sign the Rocket, you'd have to play by his rules -- he won't consent to being required to travel with the team unless he's scheduled to pitch; he wants to travel back home between starts; and he wants to pretty much do his own thing. Some who have played with Clemens have called him a great teammate. That may be -- but this attitude sounds more like a prima donna.
So, to learn today that Clemens has signed with the Yankees for the duration of the season, my only reaction is ***yawn***. If he wants to spend the twilight of his career with a last-place team, and if Big George wants to invest untold millions in a 45-year-old pitcher who plays by his own set of rules, I really don't care. The novelty of Clemens finishing his career in Boston ended for me a while ago. I have plenty of memories of 1986-1991 that will comfort me at night, and I haven't quite forgotten how he mailed in his last few seasons in the Hub. This reporter is tired of his act and, at this point, really wishes he would just go away.