Galarraga’s Extra Perfecto

Baseball fans don’t need Bud Selig to tell them what’s true.

I listened to my first perfect game in real time less than a week ago. It was an important—albeit shameful—experience in my life.

I turned on my radio at the top of the third inning as Phillies’ ace Roy Halladay chubbed up and sat the remaining twenty-one Marlins down.

As the twenty-seventh batter was retired—per the customs of my people (Philadelphians)—I rushed into the street shouting unprintable expletives and breaking the beer bottles I had nervously amassed during the game. Several of my neighbors shouted for me to “shut the fuck up – the Flyers ‘er on”, while others joined me in breaking stuff. And each other; two gentleman wearing tank tops and jean shorts emerged from the bar at the end of my block, beating the hell out of one another in what I can only imagine were spasms of chubbed-up-perfecto-joy.

I would not trade the memories of that evening for all the oil floating deep below the surface in the Gulf of Mexico. Well, maybe there is one thing I would trade it for.

Last night Armando Galarraga was screwed out of a perfect game. You know the story by now: a bad call by a good umpire ruined this young pitcher’s Kelly Clarkson moment.

Or did it?

Jim Joyce blew the call. Everyone knows he blew the call.

Galarraga pitched a perfect game, no matter how it was scored. In fact, he did something far more rare – he pitched a perfect game through twenty-eight batters, since he followed the controversial call by getting the next batter to ground out.

My boy Halladay only pitched a twenty-seven-batters-faced perfect game. How completely average.

Had the same thing happened to Roy and the Phillies last week, bottles would have still been broken, curses still yelled into the night sky, and bar fights would have still ensued.

But it would have had the stink of persecution upon it, and Philadelphians just love that smell (that and the smell of vomit). Roy Halladay would become Philadelphia’s new favorite cult hero (I can almost see the t-shirts now) instead of just a hero. Truth be told, I like the cult hero better.

Armando Galarraga pitched a perfect game, and then some. In baseball, as in life, you sometimes get the shaft; it’s part of the reason I’m stunned to find myself half-agreeing with Commissioner Bud Selig, who announced today that he will not reverse Joyce’s call, but will look into expanding instant replay rules.

Regardless of the ruling, Galarraga and his teammates know what he accomplished. Tiger fans know what he accomplished. Every baseball fan on the planet knows what he accomplished, and the good people in Cooperstown are totally aware of what he accomplished. (As I write this, they are probably constructing the Armando Galarraga Controversy Corner, complete with life size, black and white photos of Jim Joyce’s tear-filled apology and Jason Donald’s left cleat.) That knowledge should be good enough.

Have we come to cherish, to need, the gold star so much that we need it to validate what we already know? Because we all know that was a perfect game.

The truth doesn’t need Selig’s stamp of approval to make it any more true.

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About Aaron Traister

Aaron Traister is a proud graduate of the Community College of Philadelphia. He has recently taken up running and he has started smoking again.

Comments

  1. Great article Aaron. The news gave us an interesting contrast yesterday. On the one hand, there was Gallaraga, smiling as Joyce makes his errant call. Smiling that smile that knows better. But he didn’t charge the umpire. He didn’t rant and rave. He didn’t scream foul and plead through the media, that he had been screwed. He was more mature about it than I would have been.

    On the other hand, Joran van der Sloot made the news again. He was the guy implicated, but never charged, in the mysterious disappearance of Natalie Holloway five years ago. This time he is associated with the death of a young woman in Peru. He was seen on security video with the young woman the night before she was found murdered in a hotel room registered under van der Sloot’s name. No charges have been filed, but this guy keeps showing up where trouble brews.

    So, we have two guys presented in the news. Which one would you want your son to emulate? I’m just saying.

  2. My son John and I were talking about this today. John umpires for pocket change, and knows how hard it is. “Whatever call you make, you’re always wrong in someone’s eyes.” We both found the story inspiring in so many ways. We wished we could have had the courage not to rant and rage when life is patently unfair. We wished we were sure we’d have the courage to show up for work the next day after such a huge mistake. We hoped we had the fortitude to realize when it doesn’t make sense to change the rules. Perfect game? Yeah, in so many ways. Thanks for your take on it Aaron.

  3. Keith Reedy says:

    Great article!

  4. I just hate how everyone is giving Joyce so much credit. He failed to do his job. Miserably. His blunder is so awful it will be prominently featured on his obituary when the time comes.

    And sure, he apologized. HE HAD TO! With all the replays clearly showing how wrong he was, he had no choice but to admit he was wrong. Yet everyone is saying how great Joyce is simply for admitting how bad he is at his job.

    But as much as I hate to admit it, Selig did the right thing. You can’t change a bad call for just one player. Let’s hope this sparks rule changes & added instant replay in MLB.

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