<p>March 18, 2003 -- TAMPA - Roger Clemens still remembers the dull ache that filled the family living room that terrible evening in 1969, the unguarded fear in his mother's eyes. Dread at the dinner hour. His brother stared straight ahead at the television, watching the numbers tumble onto the screen, until the one he was waiting for appeared. Then Richard Clemens walked wordlessly back to his room and shut the door as his mother fell to her knees, seized with sadness.</p>