So what? Let ‘em have Pettitte and his long horse-face and his ultra-pretentious “I spell my name with four Ts, thank you very much” ways. They got the money and the perverse need to build MLB’s version of the Legion of Super Heroes, so I say have at it.

My only stake in all this is it could muddy up our chances to re-land Roger, as the Rocket apparently plays Chewbacca to Pettitte’s Han Solo. You see, I still want me some Rocket. So bad I can taste it, as unsettling as that might sound.

Call it nostalgia. Call it what you want. But I desperately want to lure The Clem back to Boston to close out his majestic career. I hope this move isn’t tantamount to that dream’s collapsing.