So close

If I had a baseball bucket list of things to see in person, it would read something like this:
World series game (check)
All star game (check)
Some one hit for the cycle
No hitter
Perfect game
Three home run game (check, thanks cabby)

I'm still quite youthful so I've done pretty well so far. Last night, I was so close to seeing a no hitter. So close it hurts. I feel for you Sanchez. To go eight innings and then give up a hit to Joey Mauer must be like losing the prom queen title to the head cheerleader and your arch nemesis.

Being at the game with the Tigress family last night was a Polish person's dream. We reminisced about when brother tiger puked up nachos at Busch stadium and aunt tigress shoved his head in a trash can. Or when aunt tigress and brother tiger almost saw a no hitter in Philadelphia and brother was rooting for the cubs. He ruined it for aunt.

Some other notes from the game:
Donnie Kelly went yard
Jimmy John's is an official sponsor of the tigers. Brother is available to throw the first pitch at a game.
Brother can get a whole new wardrobe at salvo for twenty dollars. He only needs five for some good finds.
Brother now has long hair and a beard. Although he looks like the son of God, he's known for curing leopards, not lepers.
Twenty four is the age someone becomes officially mature.

Dougie is up today. Time to get fresh.