I still haven't gotten around to writing about Saturday, because yesterday a friend gave me tickets to the Giants-Angels game yesterday, so my family and I got on the ferry, and off we went.
I missed the top of the first, because my daughter wanted to take an at-bat in the mini-AT&T Park out in left field. I peeked through the holes in the faux-ballpark and saw Chone Figgins racing around third base and scoring, but I had no idea how that happened.
In the fifth inning, I heard some people talking about pitch counts and no-hitters, and I looked up and was surprised that Matt Cain indeed had a no-hitter going. I had figured there was a hit of some sort in the first inning, but I guess I was wrong.
And so Matt Cain went on throwing a no-hitter, through the sixth, and seventh, and into the eighth. With every out, the crowd seemed to get a little more excited. And I started getting a little more nervous, because Cain's pitch count was getting awfully high. He got past 120 pitches in the eighth, and there was still over an inning to go.
I'd have loved to have seen another no-hitter in person (I witnessed Nolan Ryan's sixth, and a four-pitcher no-hitter by the Orioles), but at the same time, I'd hate to see Matt Cain blow out his arm trying for it. So I was torn.
Cain got through 7 2/3 before he gave up his first hit, a clean single to center by Figgins, on this pitch:
Cain finished the inning, and walked off to a loud, standing ovation. He had a great night. And so did I.