Double Down: The Perfect Game
June 4th, 2010
Baseball is one of those sports people refrain from watching because of its length. Soccer? Too few goals. Tennis? Too dainty. Golf? Too violent. Basketball? Too few genies. Football? Too many criminals. Baseball? Too damn long.
If you’re one to gripe with the tops and bottoms of baseball’s nine, you can probably fathom the incredible difficulty involved in pitching a perfect game — no hits, no walks, no errors. It’s an infrequent feat to say the least. Since the beginning of Major League Time (GMT+o), it’s only happened twenty times. Twenty-one if you count Armando Galarraga.
There’s been quite a kerfuffle since Jim Joyce blew a ninth inning call that would have clinched a perfect game for Galarraga Wednesday night. Since it’s a sacrosanct achievement, we would have suspected nothing but animosity from the parties directly involved, but what’s transpired has shown us why baseball is still revered — despite all the corruption, pigment folly, and roids.
It’s nice to be reminded that sports can be civil.
Also, It’s my editorial obligation to remind you that Dock Ellis once pitched a no-hitter while tripping balls on LSD:
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