The Almost No-Hitter

Story for you:

I am currently in Davis Sq, Somerville to do homework and wait out the commuter traffic.

I stopped at this place called Mike's before coming to the packed and pretentious Diesel Cafe. I am only here because I don't know the area well enough. I will go elsewhere, preferably where the wifi is free, when/ if I move here.

Anyway, there I was reading, taking notes, eating a slice of cheese pizza and having a Pete's Strawberry to watch the second half of the Oakland game when it finally became the 7th inning. Everyone in the joint (I've always wanted to call a place a joint, and this place is very neighborhood joint-y) was engrossed. No one was saying the term, though. We were just alluding to it. "Oh, wow, there are zero hits so far." But everyone know, you don't say IT, especially after the 7th.

Anyway, a group of people were all meeting at the bar area in front of me. A new person joined the group and asked about the game at the end of the 8th and some dude said, "Yeah, Schilling's pitching a no-hitter!" To which I--much to my subsequent horror--busted out my deadliest, most effective librarian "SSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!" from two tables away.

I was SO EMBARRASSED after I did it. I couldn't believe I had just told a complete and total stranger to shush in a public. Everyone in the group looked at me. "Never say it," I said sheepishly."Sorry," I shrugged ans shook my head, "I'm superstitious and they can hear you in Oakland."

To which everyone--member of the group of friends and other watchers of the game--murmured their assent.

Shortly there after, Schill did give up a hit with two men out in the 9th, but that was secondary to the 1-0, after this four game slump.

Dang he's good. Even if he is a Republican.