Fiers struck out ten Dodgers on an impressive 134 pitchers for the first Astros no-hitter in over 12 years last night. The Astros also equaled the Dodgers in win total (67) with that win, and overtook them with a 3-1 victory tonight.
Clearly, one of the best stories in baseball this season. When a guy you traded for around the deadline throws a no-no a few starts into his tenure, you know it’s a magical year in the making. Another hard to believe fact: this was the first no-hitter in Minute Maid Park History.
The latest reports have him in a flurry of trade rumors around baseball. If this was his last start as a Phillie; he’s sure to have given them a parting gift that Phillies fans will remember for life. It’s a special thing when a no-hitter comes to us all on a Saturday afternoon in the middle of the summer, especially at such a legendary ballpark.
Unfortunately, I didn’t see any of this. I was on daddy duty from 9 AM to 6 PM and Disney Junior graced my television screen. When I saw what Hamels had done, I had to get this post up.
And Max Scherzer was so close to baseball immortality. Not that a no-hitter is anything to roll your eyes about. It’s still baseball immortality. And his last two games have seen him throw 18 innings, allow one hit and strike out 26 hitters. But that little son of a bitch Jose Tabata! A guy who has absolutely done nothing but disappoint me, every Pirates fan out there, and piss off his teammates in spring training. He’s on the last legs of his career here. The game was out of reach; and Tabata leans into one.
The funny part of this is that I have several friends who are fans of other teams; and they all said the same thing “I’m genuinely pissed right now about that” via text. I felt the same way.
Most pitchers as a whole; they bore me. To me, they’re all like NFL kickers. They come and they go. They’re interchangeable parts. They’re volatile. I like hitters. I like offense. I don’t feel this way about Scherzer though. I like watching him throw. He blows away hitters and when he does it feels like you’re watching a home run. It’s exciting. He’s stomping around the mound like a damn condor and he’s animated. He’s all ate up and into it. He’s firing up his teammates. Max Scherzer is what pitching should look like.
Might I say that the last two outings have signaled a full changing of the guard? If I was locked in a jail for life and I was allowed by the courts to send one pitcher to the mound to win the game and get me out of jail; it would be Scherzer. It’s him and then everyone else right now in my mind.
And my daughter behaved magically in that ninth inning. I’m sitting there with her in her swing and it’s almost bed time. I found myself looking at her when I thought she was going to lose it and I’m telling her ‘this guy might make history’. Suddenly a serenity came over her – she sat there like a perfect angel and stared at me and let me watch the ninth inning in peace. Even she knows Max Scherzer is awesome.
I asked some guy I know who is a Giants fan at the beginning of the year what he thought of Chris Heston – because I thought the guy was more than serviceable.
“I don’t know man. I think he’s pretty much just a guy,” he said to me.
The guy just threw a no-hitter in his 12th career start. It was the fourth no-hitter for the Giants in four years. They have things good. Heston struck out 11 Mets hitters, and didn’t walk anyone. The only thing that separated him from a perfect game was him hitting three batters.
Heston got the final out with a called strike-three to Ruben Tejeda. It was a pretty good pitch. It’s interesting to note that the last time the Mets were no-hit was in September of 1993 by Darryl Kile. I remember that day well.
It’s always good to see the magic a no-hitter brings during baseball season. Even if you hate the Giants, it’s still neat. Baseball will grab center stage on the sports highlights shows tonight. At least, they should.
He also saved the Giants from getting swept by the dreadful Pads, winning 4-0. His first no-hitter took 148 pitches, this one only took 113 as he struck out six and walked one.
I was the lucky SOB who choose to add him in a fantasy league last night off the wire – because ‘the Giants aren’t getting swept by the Padres’ and that was the lone reason.
I came home from work in time to see the final three outs, to see history. I heard Krukow’s call of the final out and saw the joy on the catcher’s face as he ran to the mound and grabbed Timmy.
To think it was his 236th career start today, and this was probably his best start ever. And this is why baseball is both equal parts magical and random. Tim Lincecum just woke up, and it was his day. No one in the world would have planned on a no-hitter for him today but it took on a life of it’s own.
I hate myself not just for missing Kershaw’s game, but for missing Vin Scully calling it. This was probably one of the last great moments that Scully will tell the story for up in the booth.
Sure, the Rockies weren’t at full-strength. But they are a formidable lineup who has actually handled Kershaw very well as a group. That it went down in Dodger Stadium on a Wednesday night in June; well that just shows why this sport is so amazing.
It can grab you, sweep you up, captivate you at any moment because just that quickly and randomly it can be so magical.
Clayton Kershaw has the first no-hitter of his career. None of the youngsters were awake to see it, just like back in April of 1993 when Chris Bosio threw his no-hitter at the Kingdome; I remembered hearing about the big deal the next morning but I was fast asleep when he completed it.
More history goes down in the annals of this great game we all love. My personal connection to this one is that I saw 97% of the game and had it on before it was really a thing. I’ve been watching the Dodgers a lot lately due to owning (and loving) Puig, Dee Gordon, Hyun-Jin Ryu, Kenley Jansen, and Clayton Kershaw in fantasy.
And the reason I didn’t see 100% of it is my pregnant wife decided out of the blue that she had to have Chipotle Guacamole; so I had to run to the burrito shop and get it for her while she still had an appetite. On my way out the door I tested my wife and said ‘keep your eyes on this game, he’s going after a no-hitter and I want you to tell me if he still has it when I am out’. Like a good wife when I was on my drive home she texted and said he was four outs away. I knew this because; I had the game going on the radio.
I made it time in home to see Beckett blow away Chase Utley for the final out and the 24th in Dodgers history. The last time the Dodgers had a no hitter I was 14 years old, and it was Hideo Nomo at Coors Field. The last time the Phillies were no-hit was in the late 70’s, and I wasn’t even born yet. How amazing is baseball history as it ties your life together in some small way?
And on this Memorial Day Weekend in Philadelphia, Josh Beckett had the signature moment. And I’ll always remember that it came the day after finding out I’m having a baby girl in the fall and while running to get the pregnant lady her precious guacamole fix.
Tim Lincecum completed a no-hitter just a few strokes after 1:00 AM in the Midwest, and it took 148 pitches. The final out recorded was a fly ball off the bat of Yonder Alonso to left fielder Gregor Blanco. Lincecum had a close call in the 8th inning when Alexi Amarista hit a line drive to right field, but Hunter Pence made an outstanding diving catch to keep the no-no in tact. Pence also added a solo home run to make it a 9-0 Giants lead.
The no-hitter couldn’t have came at a more unexpected time for “Big Time Timmy”. In his last 10 games, Lincecum was 1-7 with a 5.06 ERA.
You have to be happy for Linecum who despite his struggles is one of the true good guys in the game. It wast the 15th no-hitter in Giants history. The 148 pitches Linecum needed were the most since Edwin Jackson threw 149 to complete his own no-hitter back in 2010.
Homer Bailey has done it again, no-hitting the San Francisco Giants two nights ago for the second consecutive no-hitter in baseball, both belonging to Bailey.
I watched the entire game in the Planet Hollywood sports book. I saw from about the third inning on that Bailey had his no-hit type stuff, it was just a matter of the luck was on his side; the luck that is a necessary of any completed no-hitter.
I could care less about the F-bomb that Homer dropped on live television in his post game interview. It made the moment even more memorable.
What this moment and this game was all about was Homer Bailey delivering on all the potential so many people have waited on all along. Bailey became just the 31st player in big league history to throw multiple no-hitters. When a guy has came into the league and thrown multple no-no’s, he’s realized his potential. He’s accomplished greatness in the game. He’s joined elite company.
No one can ever call Homer Bailey a ‘bust’, not that they would have any way; but he’s now reached a territory where he’s respected among the elite.
That’s what I kept saying to myself as I watched Bailey overpower hitters in the ninth inning with a 97 MPH fastball – “what a bulldog” – that’s the only thing I could think about. Here’s a guy who has came up through the Reds system and weathered some tough times but has shown the entire organization and the baseball world that he’s something special.
If Bailey doesn’t do another thing in this game – if the ride ends here – he’s already delivered several times on the grandest of stages for the Cincinnati Reds and provided some memories that last forever amongst the immortals.
When a pitcher goes 27 up, 27 down without allowing a hit; you never forget the feat that he accomplished. You remember the moment forever when you witness it.
To put in perspective the immortals that Homer Bailey joined last night, it was just the second no-hitter thrown by a Reds pitcher in my lifetime. I was just five years old in 1988 when Tom Browning threw a perfect game. I remember talking about it with my father, but just barely. If I live a full life, I might see one more Cincinnati Reds no-hitter.
If I could have chosen one guy in the big leagues that I would have liked to see throw a no-no, it would have been Homer Bailey. He’s been my favorite Reds pitcher for a long time now. I wrote back in April on my frustrations surrounding Bailey. He’s got that tragic hero trait. He’ll go out and have unbelievable stuff for six innings and then the wheels fall off. Or the bullpen inevitably blows his win (how many times has it happened this year alone?). Whacky things happen to bad-luck Bailey. But he’s been remarkably solid this season. He’s tied with Johnny Cueto to lead the team in quality starts. And he’s the only guy on that Reds roster that can speak on what it’s like to throw one of those games that Nolan Ryan knew about so well.
This was another moment in a season comprised of so much magic. If you are sitting here thinking that times are going to be like this for the next several seasons for Cincinnati; and granted they should be, please don’t be naive. It’s likely that we’ve reached the apex for this current group. Seasons like this and moments like this come along only a few times across a lifetime.
To that I say at least we were around to see it all unfold. I’ve been around the game for a long time, and I’ve seen a lot of nine inning frames expire. It takes a big moment for me to stand inches from the television (my only company being my dog) and to be yelling and pacing with every pitch. I wanted that so badly for Homer Bailey last night that when the pop up was hit to Brandon Phillips for out number 27, I yelled at the top of my lungs ‘YES! GET IT! YES!’.
Congratulations Homer Bailey. You’ve proven to the world that all that promise and all that patience was for good reason.
It’s officially June, the weather is officially allowed to be smoking. It’s okay to turn on your air conditioning and if you had a summer diet planned there’s no more excuses, get going with it. Johan Santana threw a no-hitter on Friday night and struck out David Freese on his 134th pitch of the night to complete the first no-no in New York Mets history.
I had to get this in the blog’s archives somehow, it’s big time history and the fact that it went down in New York (and against St. Louis) makes it all the more special for the baseball romanticist.
The Cardinals spent the rest of the weekend trying to score one run, and they succeeded on Sunday. The Mets are up in this series 3-0 and hunting a sweep today.
The most amazing part of it as I watched it unfold was that one of my best buddies and resident Angels fan MJ Lloyd (of Halo Hangout and Off-Base Percentage) called it earlier in the day. Above are the text messages to prove it.
Couple of things here, boys and girls. And yes I saw Justin Verlander close it down today–and knew he had it when he struck out a Rajai Davis (forever a footnote on the wrong side of a trivia question) who is riding the interstate as far as his batting average goes.
First, this is the second time this week that a post gets tagged with the ‘no-hitter’ category on this blog. This coming after two guys (Derek Lowe, Jaime Garcia) had bids last night fall just short, and today both Verlander and Yovani Gallardo carried no-hitters into the 8th, with only Verlander holding on to his. I knew one or the other would come home with it. I was right.
This is the second no-hitter that Verlander has thrown since I’ve had this blog. In between all that? Well he broke down and I predicted him to be Comeback Player of the Year before the 2009 season. Five more until you run down Nolan Ryan.
Verlander was throwing 102 in the 9th during his last no-hitter. I saw him hit 100 MPH today in the 9th a couple of times. That’s serious, serious ched.
It’s been a pretty epic little sports Saturday. The Derby, which I missed. A bunch of NBA games down to the wire, which I also missed. A 5-time Major winner in Golf passed away early this morning. Oh yea, and that shithead closer that pitches for the Reds finally reared his ugly head just as I was starting to like him.
He might no longer be known only as ‘Lights Out’, but he’s now an immortal piece of baseball history. Last night, Francisco Liriano no-hit the Chicago White Sox. He did this against a team I told you would be one of the biggest offensive forces in the entire sport this year.
Liriano did it with the opposing pitcher on the mound being Edwin Jackson, a pitcher who joined the no-hit club last season. He threw 123 pitches, 66 for strikes, and walked six. The final out of the game was a liner from Adam Dunn into shortstop Matt Tolbert’s glove.
A few years back, Liriano looked like he was going to become one of the most dominating pitchers in the sport for a better part of a decade. As they so often do, dreams got derailed. But for one night Liriano was everything he’s ever been and then some, and he’s now part of history.