I was at this game*. Piazza hit a grand slam off Clemens in the 3rd en route to a 12-2 blowout. Maybe time has massaged the memories some, but I remember Piazza styling pretty hard on the follow through. Clemens got worked something fierce, and got pulled after Fonzie hit a two-run HR with Piazza on deck. Having given up 7 runs already, one gets the impression that Clemens wanted to face Piazza again, presumably to cave in his greasy wop dago skull with an HGH-special, high and tight.
*As president of the Italian Club at a Bronx-based school for nerds, it fell on me to continue the years-long tradition of a club outing to Yankee Stadium. I'm from Queens though, so fuck that noise. I waited until the Mets were in town, and proceded to be "that guy" in the bleachers as they fucking mollywhopped the Yanks. I had about 15 classmates decked out in dark blue Yankee hats, just staring daggers at me as partied. One of the underclassmen caught the brunt of the beer that someone threw at me too, like a good little secret service agent. Such a good memory.