Number Thirty-Two: Roger Clemens.

It seems to be generally accepted that Roger Clemens isn't the most saintly of men. He might have some honesty issues, and some fidelity issues, and some not acting like an insane person issues, but back when he was just Roger Clemens and not Roger Clemens + whatever idiotic thing he pumped into his bloodstream, he was a hell of a pitcher.

He was no Pedro Martinez but Clemens in his prime was dominant. In his thirteen seasons in Boston he finished in the top ten of Cy Young voting six times, taking home the prize three times. He won more than sixteen games seven times and he wasn't always playing for a great offensive team. And twice in his career he struck out twenty batters in a game.

And where is he now? In the shower, of course. Make no mistake, besides inspiring that bit of taunting genius, I think he deserves every bit of acrimony sent in his general direction.