My cyberpal Paul Michael Murphy, known as PMM 'round these parts, is a huge Tigers fan. For all you sports nuts out there, this is baseball we're talking about, not lawn bowling. And yesterday, a young Tiger's pitcher threw a perfect game.
Well, not quite.
The pitcher, Armando Galarraga (no relation to PMM), was robbed (of a perfect game) by the umpire on--what should've been--the final play.
Why is this such a big deal?
There have only been 20 perfect games thrown in Major League Baseball history. Oddly enough, two have already been thrown this season, since May 9. If you didn't click on the link in the first paragraph, a perfect game, in the simplest terms possible, means that in 9 innings (3 outs in each half inning), no one reached first base by being walked or by hitting the ball. So the pitcher (our good buddy Armando), got every batter out. Except the last one (which became the second to last one). Which he actually did get out.
You see, the first base umpire, Jim Joyce, blew the call. Badly. And in doing so, robbed Mr. Galarraga of the 21st perfect game in history. Perhaps Idiot Joyce's moustache was blocking his view of first base. Or maybe he had too many seeds stuffed in his mouth. To Joyce's credit, he admitted blowing the call. But is that enough? Does that make it okay? Humans error, that's a fact, but this isn't fair. Or is it?
I'm no palm reader, but I'm guessing that Armando (the pitcher) had this coming. That's the only sensible explanation. Maybe in second grade he pulled someone's pants down at the urinal. Maybe he dumped his girlfriend on prom night. Maybe he stuffed an avacado in his pocket when the grocer wasn't looking (that was not meant to be racist). Ahh, I got it. He snuck into an R-rated movie when he was twelve. Well, whatever Armando did, it came back around yesterday afternoon when the baseball gods, channeling their energy through the moustache of Jim Joyce, took away his place in history.
Instant replay anyone?