No regrets, Mo? Not a one?

How about regretting talking your way out of Boston, where you were beloved, to grab the mega-bucks in Anaheim, only to show up grossly overweight and putting together three seasons worthy of David Segui, two years of so-so performance, and a season sitting out altogether with a torn biceps, which you now say you got on account of your balky knees, which were balky partly because you were so grossly overweight?

How about then dissing the folks in Anaheim who were paying you this huge salary for so little performance by then starting your own rumor that you wanted to be dealt back to Boston?

So, you didn't get that, but Steve Phillips was stupid or desperate enough to pick you up (for which Anaheim was eternally grateful, since, among other things, "Mr. Team Leader" hadn't shown up once in the clubhouse the entire 2001 season while he was being paid $15M), and then watched you manage to play 81 games over three seasons.

And you have "no regrets."

You got two GM's fired, blasted the fans in Boston, then tried to make nice with them two years later when things weren't going so good, threw away a shot at the Hall of Fame by not taking care of yourself, dissed the fans in Anaheim, who had done nothing to deserve it, and managed to get paid $80M for 466 games with a OWP of .556 when the league average for a first baseman was .570?

"The cut grass and smell of the dirt right now is tough for me," Vaughn said at the dinner.

Makes you teary-eyed, doesn't it? I hope the $15 million cheers him up, because it'll also probably be tough for Vaughn to be remembered as one of the biggest free-agent busts (no pun intended) in baseball history.

What a waste.