Throw Me A Bone Here!
A couple of weeks ago I was reading an article about how many minor league starts Clemens wanted to make. I started counting forward starts and realized that he might very well make his first big league start at US Comiscular. So I bought a couple tickets (my season tix are weekend-only). I got them a face value. Then, it was confirmed that he would indeed debut tonight, and prices at the club's ticket exchange doubled. I would have re-sold for a profit, but I was too excited to finally see something exciting at a Sox game this season.
Then, in the third inning of yesterday's Yankees-Red Sox game, Roger Clemens called Brian Cashman to inform him that he would have to miss his start Monday because of a fatigued groin. WHAT?!? Who the heck calls the GM during a game to have this discussion? And, did Clemens self-diagnose; why was he making this call and not a team doctor? And, what the hell is a fatigued groin anyway? Does the Rocket need a fluffer? Viagra? The Yanks have a minor league deal with Clemens. They can cut bait right now without owing another cent. They'll save 28 million dollars; Clemens can't save this season anyway; and he's apparently becoming an ever-increasing prima donna. Plus, if I don't get to see his debut, no one should.
Anyway, instead, I'll be off to see Matt DeSalvo take on the Sox tonight. It's ok. I enjoy going to see the Sox under almost any conditions, so I'm still looking forward to it. Of course, it's probably going to rain, so I won't even get the booby prize. Like I said: it's shaping up to be a long, slow summer.