Ronel Blanco. Where have you been all our lives?
We thought you were the desperation, last-man-standing who only pitched when every other arm on the team had fallen off.
A career minor leaguer who barely exceeded major league rookie limits last year at age 29, he only found himself in the early season rotation because four other ostensible starters were injured. This was just his eighth career major league start.
His bugaboo had always been command. And maybe a lack of velocity. Or limited pitch selection. Or unimpressive pitch movement. In other words, someone whom no one would ever predict could possibly throw a no-hitter.