perfidy

Over at ESPN, Brian Murphy has observed that the unthinkable could happen: Roger Clemens could win his 300th game at Fenway. From the Murphy's mouth:

Holy looting mob, that will be an unforgettable experience.I was at the '99 ALCS Game 3 when Clemens got rocked at Fenway, knocked out in the second inning as the Red Sox destroyed their former hero turned Benedict Arnold. What a day. The Sox fans were maniacal, foaming at the mouth in their desire to take out the Rocket. . . .[A]fter that game, the fans turned into something straight off the pages of "Frankenstein." Missing only torches, they actually tore down the banner commemorating Clemens' 20-strikeout day in '86.

I remember that day. I was driving from Washington to Baltimore to see the future Goodwife Two-Cents, and with every humiliating pitch of those first two innings, I drove faster and faster, beating my fist in ecstasy against the roof of the car like it was being mouthy and needed a fresh one. That was one of the best things I've ever heard on the radio, made all the better because, since it wasn't the teevee, I could imagine for myself the humiliation clouding those piggy little eyes of his, the saddlebags of flopsweat coming through the pinstripes, the cotton holding back his Boomer-like gut like Size-00 support hose on Divine as his shoulder slump in abject defeat. In my head, it was AWESOME. And I hadn't even realized my true calling as a Sox fan at the time and was still attached to the Cleveland Indians, the team of my hometown.