No Hitter, No Words

What can I say that has not been said in the last 14 hours? This man above is a stud, a mench, a warrior, a leader, call him what you will. It could not have happened to a more-deserving pitcher. I've been watching games since 1969, as a 5-year-old. I thought I'd never see a Mets no hitter. Then I thought, if I did see it, it would be non-descript pitcher doing it with 9 walks (like AJ Burnett). But it happened. It happened on 6/1/12 with our modern-day ace on the hill, the man who should share a "C" with DW. I got to enjoy it with my mom and my daughter, since it was my mom's birthday and we were all over at her house. I'll never forget it. Thanks, Johan.

I'm intrigued by something I saw on Twitter last night. The Mets had 8 runs on 8 hits, and Johan threw 134 pitches (1+3+4=8). Was "Kid" looking down on the Mets last night? Maybe he was.

The love fest among fans carries on today. People are making ring tones of Howie's call. WFAN has devoted the morning to the no-hitter. Gary, Howie, Doc, they've all been on. It feels little, a little, like October 28, 1986, the day after, you know. It's a celebration of the New York Mets. There haven't been many lately, and it feels great. Has the organization turned the corner? Maybe. Is this going to be a special season? Maybe not. But we, all fans, can enjoy this. We can be proud. We can celebrate something we now have, that we've waited patiently for. Maybe we've exorcised the 2006 demon, having this happen against St. Louis. And maybe none of this matters, let's just enjoy the moment that was 50 years in the making.

THANKS, JOHAN!