Lester Leaves Nothing Unfinished
Cancer, clinching games of the World Series, no-hitters; Jon Lester does it all. It was something incredibly special to watch Lester, the highly touted prospect that managed to overcome seemingly insurmountable odds, throw a little bit of history up last night in addition to a complete game shutout of the Kansas City Royals. In my opinion, the most touching moment (and I'm sure you'll agree) came when Terry Francona came out of the dugout to embrace the young hurler with tears in his eyes. Say whatever you want, but I think we were all wrong about Francoma, don't you?
It's so funny how awkward the last two innings of a no-hitter are for fans, even those sitting at home on their couch. You get nervous, fidgety, start to flip between channels in an attempt to take some of the pressure off... but it's still incredibly tense. Every pitch, every swing is a chance to ruin everything. One millimeter too much over the plate or something just a little too flat and we all exhale or disappointment. It's tough.
Strangely enough, both with Buchholz's and Lester's no-hitters I wasn't even watching the game until one of my in-laws came through the door to let me know. Both times I had decided to forgo the game in favor of something more interesting or, at the very least, less sedentary. Still, for both games I caught the last two innings, and history was made.
This is starting to become old hat around here. Who would've though?
It's so funny how awkward the last two innings of a no-hitter are for fans, even those sitting at home on their couch. You get nervous, fidgety, start to flip between channels in an attempt to take some of the pressure off... but it's still incredibly tense. Every pitch, every swing is a chance to ruin everything. One millimeter too much over the plate or something just a little too flat and we all exhale or disappointment. It's tough.
Strangely enough, both with Buchholz's and Lester's no-hitters I wasn't even watching the game until one of my in-laws came through the door to let me know. Both times I had decided to forgo the game in favor of something more interesting or, at the very least, less sedentary. Still, for both games I caught the last two innings, and history was made.
This is starting to become old hat around here. Who would've though?
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