Below is another article in a series I’m writing as a candidate for president of Red Sox Nation. This article originally appeared on my other blog at Crawdaddy Cove.
was the 5th inning when my 8 year-old son’s bedtime rolled around, but
because Clay Buchholz had a no-hitter going, I told him he could stay
up until the O’s got their first hit. I knew he’d start to fall asleep
on the couch by the 7th inning anyway. And I was right. It was
hilarious watching him struggle to keep his eyes open. Then in the 8th,
realizing history could be made and wanting some company for a possible
celebration, I actually took measures to help my son stay awake. Turned
on all the lights, sat him up straight, got him some cold water. He
drifted off between the 8th and 9th, but when I yelped after young Clay
K’d Roberts to begin the 9th, he was up for good, eyes bloodshot but
adrenaline flowing, pacing in front of the TV.
We jumped up and down screaming after that nasty curveball froze
Markakis to end the game. It was as though we were there, at Fenway,
witnessing the historic moment in person from the blue seats in section
25. (We realized we were NOT at Fenway when my wife, who had rushed out
of bed, appeared on the stairs imploring, "What’s wrong!? What’s going
on!?") We watched Buchholz’s teammates mob him and we watched his
speechlessness during his interview with Tina Cervasio, then my son
said, "Daddy, I should probably go to bed now."
But the kid could not fall asleep. In the dark, as I sat beside his
bed, he kept commenting on the unlikely feat we had just seen. "Daddy,
it’s amazing, I mean, Roger Clemens has never thrown a no-hitter, and
Buchholz did it in his SECOND START OF HIS CAREER!" Then he put down
his head, and three minutes later: "I mean, it’s not just luck when you
throw a no-hitter, you actually have to be GOOD to do that, Daddy."
Then he lay there, eyes closed, not moving for another four minutes,
and jumped up: "And he struck out nine guys, Daddy, nine guys. I mean,
when you throw a no-hitter at age 23, it means you’re definitely GOING
TO BE to be a great pitcher. In fact, it means you’re going to be great
AND YOU ALREADY ARE GREAT." Finally, with visions of #61 (a mere 15
years old than my boy) achieving the seemingly impossible dancing in
his head, my son fell asleep.
Perhaps my son’s enthrallment with Buchholz’s no-hitter is genetic,
for I have always been fascinated by no-hitters and perfect games.
Obsessed might be a better word for it. Before I had kids (and so was
free every summer night), I had a rule that I would never turn down an
offer of tickets to a Red Sox game, because what if I were to miss a
no-hitter? And ever since I was a little boy, a dream has been to throw
a no-hitter. I did come close…twice.
In fifth grade, I threw a one-hitter at Soule Playground in
Brookline (6 innings). I remember the one hit was a hard ground ball
into right field off the bat of my best friend, John Sax, who legged
out a double. (Why do I still remember this? Because it’s the closest I
ever came.) I pitched another one-hitter on July 22, 1994, a few weeks
shy of my 26th birthday, at Jefferson Park in Jamaica Plain vs. McKay
Club (7 innings). The one hit (with two outs in the 5th inning) remains
a painfully vivid memory. I had been successful all night with just my
fastball and curveball, but I decided to try to surprise the
right-handed batter with a slow sidearm slurve. He was fooled by the
speed, but slowed down his swing just enough to hit a soft liner about
a foot over George Leung’s leaping attempt at shortstop. Base hit.
Watching Buchholz in his interview with Tina Cervasio, I was
struck by the notion that this kid had achieved his (and my) dream, yet
a part of him wasn’t really ready to achieve it yet — his self-image
hadn’t yet caught up with his incredible talent and the reality of his
accomplishment. Heck, just being in the Majors hadn’t sunk in
yet, and he went out and did something many Hall of Famers have never
done. His performance was years ahead of his own (and perhaps everyone
else’s) timetable for his success. No wonder, then, that when Cervasio
asked him how he felt, he said, "It’s all a blur right now," and when
she asked him how he had stayed within himself, he said, "I don’t
really have an answer for that one either." Good answers. What else
could he say? He was more stunned than any of us were.
I really wish I’d been at Fenway to see Buchholz’s no-hitter. I’ve
never seen a no-hitter or perfect game in person. (Saw Wake come close
once, though.) But seeing it on TV with my fanatical son was a
wonderful thing. And you know, most of our most priceless Fenway
moments take place right in our own living rooms. Even though we’re not
AT Fenway, Fenway possesses us through the beams of our TVs and we’re
suddenly there, side by side with 35,651 screaming fans, one gigantic
Nation united in elation, inspiration, and wonder.
That was such a great game! I know exactly what you mean and how you felt. It’s almost like you feel like you’re part of the team. Every success they have feels like one of your own; every failure feels hauntingly personal as well.
I’m very happy your son was able to witness it as well. Hopefully that was the first of many to come from that amazing, young core of pitchers we have!
I am a UCC pastor and red sox fan…my son who lives in NYC and I were at the heartbreak game last Sunday evening as the Red Sox had the bases loaded against the Yankees with 2 out and down by one and Papi at bat. Swing away and win this run for President of Red SOx nation. Le tme know if I can do more to help. I am a pastor and marriage and family therapist in West Sstockbridge the other side of MA 2 miles from NY border. God bless you! Don PAine
my dad who died last year was a fan from age 1 when they one the World Series until he died a year affter they won it in 2004!
I saw a no-hitter, once!
May 14, 1996 – at Yankees Stadium, no less…and it wasn’t even a Red Sox game, it was the Mariners.
Even more interesting, though – it was Dwight Gooden… the year after he was suspended for the entire 1995 season for testing positive.
I remember it took a while for it to sink in.
The night D Lowe pitched the no-hitter in 2002, I was at a Bruins playoff game. I remember they put it up on the screen at the Garden and people went nuts.
Anyway…you never know when it’s going to happen. So keep watching.
Love at first sight is easy to understand; it’s when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle. Do you think so?