"He was very disappointed," Clemens says. "When we got home, he told me, 'I don't think I want to pitch anymore.' We sat and talked for about an hour in the garage. I was glad I was there. A 15-minute phone call wouldn't have been the same. I had to break out my Knute Rockne speech."
Clemens returns home to the usual bustle of people coming and going, dogs barking, doorbells clanging, intercoms buzzing, music blaring and telephones ringing. Koby and Kory are in the pool with friends; Deb and her mother are leaving for the lake house with Kacy and Kody; the physical therapist is preparing to work out in the detached gym with the quarter-mile track; Capel is watching television; and the school tutor is on her way to the house. Clemens grabs a tin dish with steak and salad and devours it in front of the TV, flipping through baseball and golf highlights before stopping on a newsmagazine show, his favorite genre.
"There's no downtime," Clemens says. "I thought I'd be getting to my [golf] club three times a week. I haven't had a sniff of that."
Koby later takes a break from his tutoring session to hang around with his father. They talk about Clemens's RBI single and Piazza's game-tying homer.
"What did Piazza hit off Dotel?" he asks.
"Fastball, out over the plate," Roger says.
"He likes the ball away."
"So where do you pitch him? You have to crowd him."
Koby then admits to a void in his life: He's never gotten a hit off his father. Two years ago in spring training, while Clemens was pitching a simulated game at the Yankees' minor league complex, Koby went down looking on four straight fastballs. This year Clemens, mixing in sliders, threw to the Memorial players to prepare them for an opposing pitcher who threw 85 mph. Koby—swinging this time—whiffed against Roger again, after which he hurled his bat in disgust.
Laughing at the stories, Clemens says, "Mufasa isn't ready to give it up yet."