Race To See A No-Hitter

I have always wanted to witness a no-hitter in person. Tonight, I finally did. Did I have a ticket to the game? No. Did I watch the whole game? No. In fact, I slept through a couple of innings. But I was at Fenway for the last two outs. Here’s how I experienced Jon Lester’s no-hitter.

From 7:30 to 8:00pm, I got my boys (9 and 6) ready for bed and read aloud to them. As they fell asleep, I also fell asleep in my chair with the book on my lap. At about 8:30pm, I sat on the couch next to my wife and we spent perhaps 15 minutes perusing digital photo albums of our kids with the Sox game on TV in the background. I noticed the Sox were winning 5-0, but it wasn’t until the middle of the seventh inning that I noticed the zeros in the Royals’ hit column. “He’s throwing a no-hitter!” I said to my wife. “I have to drive down there!”

Wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, I bolted for the car and began my speedy 12-mile sprint down Route 9 to Fenway Park. Listening to the game on the radio, I was distressed when the Sox went down quickly in the bottom of the seventh. “Come on guys!!” I yelled, imploring our hitters to give me some time to get to the park. The top of the eighth flew by too as the Royals went 1-2-3, and it was at that point that I arrived at the section of Route 9 where there is ALWAYS a speed trap. Reluctantly, I slowed down to the speed limit (prudent — the car behind me got pulled over).

As the Red Sox batted in the bottom of the eighth, I hit another sand trap: construction that narrowed the road to one lane of slow-moving traffic. “NOOO!” I screamed. But I hit mostly green lights, and as Lester took the mound for the top of the ninth, I turned onto Boylston Street and searched frantically for a parking spot. Lester threw ball four to the leadoff hitter, Esteban German, at the same moment that I found an empty parking space at the McDonald’s opposite Yawkey Way. A sprint across the street and down Yawkey Way to Gate B, a flash of my Red Sox Nation VP credential to the security dude, and I was in the bowels of the park. Continuing to run at full speed, I headed for the ramp on the first base side and emerged into Fenway at the same moment that David DeJesus grounded out to Kevin Youkilis for out number two. “Wooooo hooooo!!” I had just arrived, but I was immediately in synch with the rest of the crowd that had been there for three hours.

As I walked along the main aisle towards right field, fans jumped up and down, screamed, prayed, clapped, smiles on all their faces. Several people reached out to me with high-fives as I walked by. What a feeling. THIS IS FENWAY PARK, I was thinking. I found an empty box seat just beyond first base and planted myself there to watch the last few pitches. “This is it, I’m finally going to see a no-hitter!” Strike three to Alberto Callaspo! Then, bedlam. Absolute bedlam. The crowd noise completely drowned out “Dirty Water” as it blared through Fenway.

I was there. After all these years, I can say I was there.

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5 responses to “Race To See A No-Hitter

  1. hey rob, awesome story. you should take a look at areyouwatchingthis.com when you get a chance–think of it as no-hitter insurance…

  2. That’s what I call efficient baseball watching. tuned in the tube just in time to see the dropped pop up that gave us the five-run cushion. No sweat, I thought. I attended to other matters but got to see Elsbury, who is rapidly becoming my favorite Red Sock, make his miracle catch. I don’t know if I saw it in real time or re-play. who cares. What a catch. At the end of the evening a thought I’d take a peek at the final score before going to bed. I saw we were way ahead, they had no runs and I almost switched it off — then I noticed something weird. Lester was still pitching. I figured they were letting him go deep because he had a shutout going. I stayed with it for the next two outs and then heard the words — NO Hitter. I didn’t see it all and I wasn’t there, but it was great. How good to know that you experienced the game in bits and pieces as well. Lester and Bucholz — hmmm — and two days of rain? That might just about do it.

    Keep up the good work

    Dan

  3. SweetCaroline

    My mom was there too! I wish I could have been there to see history being made.

  4. A great stiry – well told!

  5. Hey!

    Good job. Glad you made the trip!

    The last game I ever saw at Yankees Stadium was Dwight Gooden’s no-hitter in 1996….

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