So another ghost of Mets’ pitchers past tossed a no hitter. A perfect game, no less.
And I swear I’m not bitter about it. You’ll get no “Bah, Humber” from me…
On the contrary, I leaned out my window the next morning and told a passing street urchin to buy for me the fattest goose in all of Christendom, such was my joy.
OK, I think I’ve officially pushed the Dickens out of that device.
But the fact remains that I’m proud of Philip Humber, pictured here on his 2007 Topps rookie card.
God bless you, Phil Humber.
God bless us every one!