Roger Clemens created a lot of hullabaloo with his recent trade to the New York Yankees.

New Yorkers blasted the trade of Clemens for David Wells because Wells was the prototypical New Yorker--brash, crass and with a large ass. That's not to mention that he could pitch a pretty good nine.

Beantowners took the trade as a sign from above that the Curse of the Bambino had tightened its grip around its beloved Red Sox. "I shall have your Roger Clemens pitch for the Yankees!" the ghost of Babe Ruth bellowed from above (or from below for BoSox fans) last week.

Toronto? Who cares about a Canadian opinion?

But what fails to be recognized by anyone is that Clemens made an intelligent move to the Bronx.

He assured himself a seat at the table of sports legends simply by donning pinstripes.

While they are already clearing a place for him in Cooperstown, Clemens could not be considered to be legend-bound before last week.

Legends come in Yankee uniforms. Ruth. Gehrig. DiMaggio. Mantle. All Yankees.

No other team in any sport has had so prolific a history as the New York Yankees.