[Carlos Zambrano, thanking his pitching coach]
Bust out your Nostradamus, here are the signs of the apocalypse as I see them: there’s a “once in a century” financial sink hole in New York we call “the economy,” John McCain finally did something right in this campaign, it took a Biblical disaster-sized hurricane to knock the Astros off their improbable stride, and Carlos Zambrano threw the first Cub no-hitter since Milt Pappas in 1972. Then again, perhaps the messianic age is approaching, because by November we could have our first black President and that Cub World Championship CSTB readers all want to see. “The next step would be the World Series,” Zambrano told the press, “That’s the main concern.”
Word.
“Where were you?” asks the Sun-Times when Big Z threw it? Well, after ‘GN announced they weren’t going to broadcast the game, I took off with Junior for a family day and missed the WHOLE DAMN THING. I had to find out about it on my Blackberry, for God’s sake. I wasn’t the only one, as apparently office seekers on the Korean Jobs Discussion Board were otherwise occupied, too. I love seeing Zambrano return this way after 11 days of rust. I’m just as happy to see the Brewers drop two more to the Phillies to put us ahead 7.5 games in the NL Central.
A more detailed discussion of Zambrano’s masterpiece, by someone who saw it, is here:
It was the 13th no-hitter in Cubs history and the first since Milt Pappas achieved the feat against San Diego on September 2, 1972.
Zambrano struck out 10, with his only missteps coming on a walk to Michael Bourn in the fourth and hitting Hunter Pence in the fifth. He finished the game facing just one more than the minimum.
He retired Humberto Quintero and Jose Castillo on groundouts in the ninth before striking out Darin Erstad on a pitch well outside the strike zone to finish off his feat.
The game was moved from Houston when Hurricane Ike ravaged the Texas Gulf Coast.
While the Astros were the ostensible hosts, they had to travel 1,000 miles to get to the game, while the Cubs had a relatively short 100-mile journey.
Despite only 24-hour’s notice by Major League Baseball, the attendance reached 23,441, and the pro-Chicago crowd were chanting “Let’s go ‘Z'” by the seventh inning as Zambrano began to close in on history.
Zambrano and the Cubs handed the Astros just their second loss in their last 16 games.
Even more surprising, Zambrano was making his first start since September 2, having missed a start because of inflammation in his rotator cuff.
“I guess I’m back,” Zambrano said. “My arm is back. It’s good.”
“He was throwing the ball well, and got some good work in this week, but you don’t expect a masterpiece like this,” said Cubs manager Lou Piniella, who had said he would try to limit Zambrano’s outings to 100 pitches.
“I don’t know man, my arm is weird, for real,” Zambrano said of a fastball that hit 97mph for the first time in months.
“Sometimes I give all I have in my arm. I even go back and try to throw harder and I just see 92-93. And sometimes I just kind of play catch with (catcher Geovany Soto) and see the scoreboard and it’s 97-98.”
One batter after Bourn reached, Zambrano escaped any further damage when Miguel Tejada grounded into an inning-ending 4-6-3 double play.
Zambrano got plenty of support from the Cubs. Alfonso Soriano homered to start the game – his fifth leadoff blast of the season and 49th of his career.
Chicago put together four runs in the third, which proved plenty for Zambrano, who also went 1-for-3 at the plate.
thats what i get for making the big z fat joke. how many more “away” games do you think the cubs will get to play this year? i know the astros arent the most respected franchise in the league but being treated like we’re the fucking sd chargers is a crock of shit.
matt: all respect, if not my personal support, to the Astros for their September assault on the wild card. I was seriously looking at Ike as the sort of freak accident (that usually happens to the Cubs) to slow the Astros down, because they just swept the North Side in their last series. The Cubs have been plagued by Roy Oswalt for years now, and despite the Clemens debacle, I only wish I could count the Astros out on a regular basis. But getting no-hit is getting no-hit. You think I like showing up at Dodger games to see them selling photos of the scoreboard from Koufax’ perfecto against the Cubs?
If there’s one thing Z’s shutdown of Berkman proves, it’s that being ten inches closer makes all the difference to Jesus.