Column: Please, Rocket, just go away _ for good
Well, he’s back.
Just when we thought we were rid of the Rocket, he turns up again. In the Atlantic League, of all places.
At age 50.
Roger Clemens just won’t go away; he’s just fast enough to escape our repeated swats, a survivor above all else. Age didn’t stop him from repeatedly retiring and coming back over and over again, a Brett Favre in pinstripes.
Ugly allegations of doping and infidelity failed to slow Clemens down. He even spanked the feds, walking out of the courtroom a free man after being acquitted on all charges that he lied to Congress when he denied ever using performance-enhancing substances.
It was the biggest win of his career.
It should’ve been enough.
On Saturday night, Clemens will start for an independent minor league team in suburban Houston known as the Sugar Land Skeeters, almost five years after he last pitched in the big leagues and with a date on his birth certificate that qualifies him to be a full member of AARP. If this was anyone else, we’d dismiss it as nothing more than a ludicrous stunt. But this is the Rocket, a man whose competitive fire _ fueled with a healthy dose of narcissism _ leads us to believe anything is possible.
“If I get through Saturday,” he said, “we’ll see where we go from there.”
We hope it leads to going away.
There’s nothing feel-good about this comeback story. We’ve seen it so many times, it’s coming across like another tired sequel in the “Twilight Saga.” Nine long years ago, Clemens first announced his retirement while pitching for the New York Yankees. He was toasted at stadiums around baseball, soaked up all the cheers, even received a standing ovation from the opponent when he left the field for what everyone thought was the final time in the World Series.
Turns out, he was just getting warmed up.
Then, the following year, Clemens put off retirement again and asked for a whopping $22 million in arbitration. Hmmm. After one of the best seasons of his career, he finally seemed ready to put away his cleats. Uhh, no. Another comeback, this time for a prorated season with the Astros and another hefty paycheck. But wait, there’s more.