To me, forever...on June 2nd, 2010...Armando Galarraga threw a perfect game. No question.
Brutal call by Joyce. Why not error on the side of the perfect game?
That was galling. Completely galling.
Can we just fire every umpire in the league and start over?
I was driving home from work here in San Diego and heard that he had a prefect game through seven. By the time I pulled in my driveway, he was through eight. I ran in to the house and flipped on the MLB Network just as the ninth was starting.Honestly, I expected to feel bad for him when he would (inevitably) give up a hit. After the amazing catch in left center, I started to believe. No. I started to pray. I am not a Religious (with a capital "R") person. But I was begging a higher power to help him get the perfect game.As a Padres fan, I have gotten use to a certain level of disappointment. We have come close, but never had a no hitter nor ever had a player hit for the cycle. We have made amazing runs through the playoffs, only to lose in the World Series. But I have never felt like my heart was ripped from my chest.Jim Joyce did that.People make mistakes. He admitted that he "kicked the ****" out of that call and cost him the perfect game. It doesn't make me feel any better for Armando Gallaraga.In a strange way, it almost makes the game something more than perfect. I have forgotten about players that have thrown perfect games (I think of roasted chicken berore I think perfect game when I hear the name Kenny Rogers.) I will never forget Armando Gallaraga. He is immortal.