Not since Danny Ocean assembled 11 guys to steal 150 million dollars have I seen a bigger robbery.
It was bad. I know it. You know it.
And not since I had four night classes while still in high school have I seen as much class as Armando Galarraga showed after being the victim of the unarmed robbery.
He was classy immediately after the bad call. He was classy in his immediate post game comments. He was classy three hours after the crime.
It would have been the fewest pitches thrown in a perfect game since 1908. It would have been the shortest perfect game since 1965. Austin Jackson made an amazing catch to preserve what was at stake.
Jim Joyce (the umpire) made a terrible call.
We all make mistakes. He apologized to Galarraga. He apologized to Jim Leyland.
“He (the umpire) feels really bad. I know nobody’s perfect,” Galarraga said.
If he can forgive Joyce, then so can you.
It was an amazing pitching performance. It was a perfect game in Detroit’s minds. It was a perfect game in Cleveland’s minds. It is now a perfect game in Jim Joyce’s mind. And most importantly, it’s a perfect game in Armando Galarraga’s mind.