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10/23/2004: Thought for the Day:
Roger Clemens was bigger than anyone on the field Thursday night in Game 7 of the National League Championship Series, literally and figuratively. From the mound at Busch Stadium, where he stood with a trip to the World Series on the line, the Houston Astros pitcher, massive of body and legend, looked like he could whup anyone in the St. Louis Cardinals' house in a wrestling match, a beanball war, a show of baseball hardware or a comparison of financial portfolios.
But there was one thing Thursday night for which Clemens was no match. When the Cardinals gathered up 52,140 rabid fans, the most dangerous lineup in the league and a wealth of honor and history into one giant ball and sent it screaming toward Clemens, the big man crumbled.
"You grind and you hope it's good enough," Clemens said. "I felt good about our chances tonight. It just didn't work out. They hit good pitches."
--Dave Sheinin [Washington Post, on Game 7, 2004 NLCS]
Len on 10.23.04 @ 06:38 PM CST
