I did not see Cole Hamels throw a no-hitter yesterday. I was in my fortress of solitude in western Pennsylvania, devoid of cable. After an afternoon of fishing, backhoeing, shooting at neighbors' drones, and other family fun, I checked on the score of the game. It was the top of the ninth and...whoa. My son and I followed along on gameday and twitter, hanging on each refreshed bit of data until we saw the final, "in play, out(s)" whereupon we jumped around, high-fived, and searched for highlights. We did not shoot guns into the air. That's just dumb.
Pete Mackanin is growing on me as a manager
