Give me a few minutes to absorb the news from last night, if you permit me. Even some of us Rebeldes have to take a break from the serious once in a while and just celebrate great moments in sports. Last night in Queens was a great moment for baseball, for some many reasons. The no-hitter hurled by Venezuela's Johan Santana was cool. First one in the history of the New York Mets. Very flipping cool. And here are five reasons why.
Santana's no-hitter was the fourth one pitched by a Venezuelan hurler in the history of baseball. Santana joined fellow countrymen White Sox's Wilson Álvarez (1991), the Marlins' Aníbal Sánchez (2006) and the Cubs' Carlos Zambrano (2008) into a select few of Venezuelan pitchers who have pitched a no-hitter. Venezuela is a baseball-mad country, and Santana's feat should be celebrated.
Santana literally didn't pitch last year. At all. Now look what he did. Johan was out the entire year last year due to injury and surgery. He has come back really nicely for the Mets this year: 2.38 ERA, 68 strikeouts in 68 innings, and he looks like the Santana of old, when he was arguably the best left-handed pitcher in the game.
This was an "old school" baseball performance. 134 pitches. Complete game. Old school baseball. When pitchers just pitched and weren't dictated by numbers and stats.
Santana's performance got his manager all choked up. Here's to the human side of baseball and sports. Sure, they make gazillions of dollars, but when you see Mets manager Terry Collins get all choked up, we want to believe again in the essence of baseball.
It is cool to be a Mets fan again. The Yankees can suck it. All of a sudden, New York's second-banana team is cool again. Hit it!