Do I really look like The Rocket?

I just got back from a very late lunch with EEJS, and I'm not kidding: the sushi chef would not let go of the idea that I was Roger Clemens.  Despite my denials (and my feigned offense on behalf of my own lightning bolt of a right arm), the next thing I knew we had a whole table full of on-break restaurant employees snapping cell phone photos of me-- no joke!

Now, I'm not kidding myself here... I know he's not talking about the young, fit, Boston-era Clemens, he definitely meant the current version-- which is sort of like someone asking if you're Vegas Elvis.

Still, do you see it?  I don't, but regardless it's a first for this kid (normally I get confused for Re-Run [1] from What's Happenin'?).

The real Rocket should be pretty offended...