I altered the space-time continuum on Saturday night. I didn't mean too, but I did. After a somewhat relaxing day at the movies (Spider-Man 2 with the Mrs. 13 & 12 year old siblings) I sat down to watch the well-liked Padres take on the Royals. It was a terrific game, but I blew it. See, Adam Eaton was dominant for most of the night, in fact he took a no-hitter into the 8th. Which I ruined. I came into the study, where the Mrs. Frinklin was playing Zoo Tycoon, and casually mentioned, "Honey, Adam Eaton is 6 outs away from the first no-hitter in Padre history, you want to watch?"
She thought for a second, and replied, "No, that's not really important, but aren't you supposed to not say it out loud?" Damn, I thought to myself, she's right. How could I be so foolish? Five seconds after I returned to the game, Eaton gave up his first hit, a ringing double to Dee Brown of all people. Frinklin had ruined it, and Eaton came apart, lost the no-no, lost the shutout, and damned near lost the game. Eventually San Diego won on Khalil Green's sac-fly in the ninth, but Eaton didn't figure in the decision.
Somewhere, in an alternate universe, a smarter Frinklin merely mentioned to his beautiful and talented wife that something cool was happening. In that other, happier world, Adam Eaton pitched the first no hitter in the Padres 35-year history. Not in this one though.
Posted by Frinklin at July 4, 2004 01:31 AM