The Rocket is doing what every player does when he leaves the game: seeking a sense of control. Looking back is scary because that control is gone. You are 50, and you see the world question your work, given that, in your mind, you were always running the show, shaking off the wrong pitch, the wrong opinion. Now you are at the mercy of time or of the fickleness of a sound bite and a good closing argument. It makes high-flying competitors pull their hair out to be called on the carpet by non-legends, by the kind of hitter who hit only .220 lifetime with a hole down and away—hitters who typically were scorched by the flames that propelled your career.
Now Clemens will have to wait. Maybe he can buy himself five more years, hope his Jedi mind trick will work on whoever has doubted him or believes Brian McNamee more than him. Sports writers might ease up in that time; science might tell us that whatever he was accused of using to fuel his flight path was normal and is now available over the counter.
But, like anything tossed into space, opinion will be thrown into the great unknown. It could come down to the tie he wears in an interview or the charitable work he has done in his life. He does not know any more than the rest of us, and that makes him as frustrated as any baseball player who could be reduced to one moment, one court scene.
Regardless, he will keep going. Running his campaign. Super PAC-ing his way to what he believes is his right to immortality. Powering his way until he either gets unattainable satisfaction or crashes into Earth at full speed, leaving a crater as wide as his belief in himself.
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1. Darren#### this column, I declare a thread hijack on the theme of ... SPACE!
Neil Armstrong has died.
This makes me sad.
RIP Neil.
That said, The Right Stuff makes Armstrong out to be something of a tool.
Cracked.
I'm a middle aged, fat, paper pusher in real life, but me too.
Armstrong, Aldrin, Collins ... Glenn, Lovell, Shepard on through folks like Ride and Husband teach us that there is nothing a person can't do when we reach for the stars.
We want the best pilots... that we can get.
You must be thinking of John Glenn, Armstrong is barely in The Right Stuff, and then only as a X-15 pilot that gets selected in the next group of astronauts.
I watched that movie so many times when I was 8-9 years old that I wore the vcr tape through, then taped it together and watched it some more. It's probably about 80% of the reason I became an aero engineer.
(The rest being the fact that my eyes weren't good enough to fly, and I missed the lasik window by a year or two).
I seriously doubt it. Last pic I saw of him, a guy who was a bitty little sparkplug kind of player when active must have weighed 250 pounds.
And rock on Mr. Armstrong.
Harry Shearer? Jeff Goldblum??
#### ... and ...YES!!!
[edit] Well, and Chuck Yeager himself ...
Folks from UC have talked about all the gyrations the poor man had to go through to avoid autograph seeking (I believe he did some chunk of autographs each day on behalf of NASA), yet still interact in office hours with students. Someone mentioned how students used to semi-scale the wall outside his office area to look through the windows to catch a glimpse of him.
I'm sure we'll do something on Monday on our campus...probably right by the his statue in front of the building we managed to get named for him in (plenty of) time. I just hope we can do something for Gene in time, too....
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