Math is not my son's best subject, but neither is it mine and I'm still alive and kicking. Yet GameBoy can spout sport figures and stats quicker than a bingo popper machine. He has a mind bank that resembles the gigantic scoreboard that the angels in heaven must surely envy.
So when my husband told me the recent news about Roger Clemens (ie: The Rocket), my T-ball scoreboard short-circuited and went blank. I had to go to my son to try getting it recharged.
Incase you aren't parleyed in the dugout walk of sports, let me walk you to first base.
"...the Rocket rejoined the Yankees in the most dramatic fashion.
He agreed to a $28 million, one-year contract that will start when he is added to the major league roster for his first start, most likely in three to four weeks. Clemens will earn about $18.5 million under the deal, which will cost the Yankees approximately $7.4 million in additional luxury tax, meaning they are investing about $26 million in a seven-time Cy Young Award winner who will turn 45 in August."
Now, follow me here. I was never into sports until I had my first son some twenty years ago and his god-mother gave him his first football jersey from her alma mater University of Colorado. I was the "A" student who raced against everyone---and won!---to get to left field. And hoped the ball wouldn't come my way.
But, when you have boys, that all changes. Somehow. Someway.
You always wanted to become a cheerleader? Well, here's your chance. You get to stand on the sidelines and kick and hoop and holler and cheer like you always dreamed you could. And, suddenly, sports and stats and scoreboards mean something to you.
So I went to my son sitting on his cushiony sport announcer's seat in full-view of the game screen (ie: our computer) and, spitting out my wad of sunflower seeds, asked him, as only a mother can: "So how do the Yankees expect to pay this Rocket guy all that money!? I mean, good golly! All that money for one player!"
And my sports-loving son looks up at me, spits a seed back at me and says, "It's the Yankees, Mom."
Well, that explains it all. I guess it doesn't take a Rocket scientist to figure that one out. And, for some reason, I doubt that the Rocket needs any more math knowledge than we do. He can just hire an accountant.
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