I think Steve Kelly from the Seattle Times said it well:
This was a day that couldn’t be anticipated. There was no feeling that this was a must-see moment in Seattle sports. No “SportsCenter” countdown.
Though I know very little about baseball in terms of statistics and records, finding out that I might be watching the 21st perfect game in MLB history certainly piqued my interested on Saturday. We were at the game to celebrate the 30th birthday of a dear friend from grad school and I dare say he got a once in a lifetime gift.
For those of you who, like me, need an explaination on a what constitutes a perfect baseball game — this occurs when one (or multiple pitchers) pitches a minimum of nine innings in one game and no player from the opposing team reaches a base. Prior to Saturday, this was accomplished only 20 times in the 150 year span of baseball history and I had the honor of watching Philip Humber achieve this record as I sat in Row 5, Seat 12 of section 194 in the centerfield bleachers.
Basically, that means my ticket will be worth something one day.
These are the days when I love life’s little serendipities.