Battling and surviving through a scare as monumental and life-threatening as cancer would have been enough. Returning to the mound, his own personal pitching haven, to throw a major league game less than a year after the cancer diagnosis would have been enough. Clinching the World Series with a six inning masterpiece would have surely been enough.
Throwing a no-hitter on a chilly mid-May night at Fenway is going beyond anyon’s expectations, Jon.
Never before has Jon Lester patched together such a masterful outing pitching as a professional. The troubles that have haunted him for years now in the Red Sox system seemingly floated away with the whiff of an opposing Royals bat Monday night- the inopportune walks, the lapses of command, the constant increasing pitch count, the lack of one quality out pitch to mold himself into a lights out starter his prospect rankings previously suggested.
Last year, we all enjoyed Clay Buchholz toss a no-hitter against the Orioles at Fenway Park, a flamboyant and hyped starter who jolted up the Red Sox system and into the spotlight. That night was special for so many reasons, nobody can denounce what Buchholz was able to accomplish with such minimal experience. Still, for Jon Lester to toe the rubber just 18 months after being diagnosed with cancer, don the Red Sox uniform with grace and humilityǃ∂and toss a no-hitter when nobody saw it coming. That is special.
| With the last pitch, and the crowd noise rising to a deafening pitch, and with me attempting to see anything I could, I heard about the no hitter simply due to the crowd reaction and the wonderful start to Dirty Water. From there on, I remember hugging everyone around me, and taking blurry, vague photos of the reaction.—Sean O’s first-hand take |
Maybe we were underestimating what Lester is capable of doing on the mound. His fastball only got stronger and stronger as the magnificent outing wore on. From the sixth inning on, LesterǃÙs elevated heater at 94-95 gave top hitters like Jose Guillen and Billy Butler headaches, with continued and consistent velocity and location even at 115, 120, 130 pitches. The cut fastball was worked masterfully on the inner half, the sweeping curveball thrown for strikes. This is the Jon Lester we all know can be an absolute force for the Red Sox for many, many years.
I got home from work Tuesday to the news that Ted Kennedy was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor and would be fighting for his life in the upcoming months. As a long-time admirer of Kennedy, and through knowing that Ted is a prideful Red Sox fan, the connection was evident. Never did I think IǃÙd be saying that Ted Kennedy could view Jon Lester as a source of hope and admiration, not someone as accomplished at Ted and as small on a national scale as Jon.
The thing is, it really doesnǃÙt matter if youǃÙre Ted Kennedy, an 88-year old Sox fan in Mass General or a child at Dana Farberǃ∂you can be anyone that has suffered from a horrific life-stealing disease like cancer. To see Jon Lester come so far in so little time has to be motivation, and IǃÙm sure heǃÙs beaming at the thought that doing something as easy as throwing a baseball could influence so many lives.
As Joe Posnanski wrote in his outstanding blog piece after the game Monday, sometimes you gather a sense a magical and transcendent event may soon happen right before your eyes. For all readers that were able to see LesterǃÙs masterpiece from a cramped Fenway seat, I hope you took one second to soak in the moment. A no-hitter is baseball history at its finest.
And who better to throw one than Jon Lester.
For more Fire Brand coverage of Lester’s no hitter be sure to check out guest columnist Sean O’s first hand account of the night at Fenway Park. You can also listen to Paul and Tim’s take in this week’s episode of the Fireside Chats Red Sox podcast.
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Sean:
That'll be kinda tough. I'm shipping up to Boston in August for college, and the Sox are one of the big reasons why.
But, I suppose we can cut a deal. I'll head down to LA a couple of times this summer, when we feel we could use another no-no. You can pick one of the dates when you want me to be down there, but it can't be later than July 15th.
DR, you and I seem to have terrible luck with no-nos…
You nailed it, Zack. Jon Lester came up like Justin Masterson, Clay Buchholz, Craig Hansen, Jonathon Papelbon . . . bright young prospects with power and a full tool kit, kids starting careers every man would love.
But at age 22 Jon pitched sick, and at age 23 he pitched under the lingering, weakening impact of chemo. At age 24, free of disease and its side effects, he pitched, as you said, a no-no that no one expected.
Has he come of age? It would appear so. Does this feat take on aspects of redemption and triumph for every man? I believe so. Is this redemption and triumph a beacon of hope for cancer patients, young and old, placing him in the pantheon of high achieving survivors? Exactly so.
I am out chasing tornadoes again, and found out about Lester while watching ESPN in an Appleseeds in Dodge City KS. People were a little confused about what all the whooping was about. One of my fellow chasers this year is a guy from the Netherlands who has become a hard-core Sox fan. He was in his Wakefield jersey and there was much Manny-style two finger pointing going on. Keep up the great posts, and hope for horrible weather!
Chris C: How exciting is your job? Sounds fun but incredibly dangerous. Speaking of dangerous —- Bartolo Colon takes the hill tonight.
after last night game, I start wondering about the actual "value" of the package (Lester, Crisp, Jed Lowrie and Justin Masterson) we offered to the twins for Johan Santana. Harden and streets (who was terrific in his last outing: Strinking out 5 in 2 perfect innings)?
This is borderline hilariously improbable…
I watch 100-120 Red Sox games a year, and I try not to miss any. Last year, when Buchholz threw the no-no, I had no choice, because I was going to LA and found out about it on the radio about 30 minutes after we left. On Monday, when Lester threw the no-no, I had no choice, because I was coming back from LA, and found out about it on the radio about 30 minutes from home.
Can't believe it happened, but no one deserved it more than Lester. (And Sean O, for putting up with him for four straight games.)
Kinda disappointed I missed both of them, but if anyone wants me to head back down to LA sometime so we can get another no-no, I'm all for it!
Chris – Stay safe out there. We need you back at Fenway for the stretch run.
DR – stop watching the Red Sox, it helps.
I got you beat DR. The sox only win the rings when I am in Italy or unable to watch the games because I'm changing diapers. I would prefer everyone chipping in for airfare, but I suppose I would settle for a bottle of kinder ex lax if that's what y'all can muster. :)
MR:
Alright, so if we get to the World Series, I'll head to LA, you'll head to Italy, and Dice-K will undoubtedly hurl a no-hitter in a crucial Game 7.
Evan:
Yup. :-(
Nice read, it really hit home.