A day in History

For those who have heard this story before, and especially to those who have heard it a thousand times (sorry, baby), i apologize. Here it goes:

Our honeymoon was the best week of my life, and each week thereafter has subsequently become the best week of my life. I love being married. Especially to Jessica. Anyhoo, back to the story. While we were on ou honeymoon, we were sitting at a beachside restaurant enjoying a meal with our pet bird 'Duke' when I looked up and saw a familiar face. After gawking at this mullet-rocking, 6'-7" 180 lb. white man, I realized that it was none other than pitcher-extraordinair Randy Johnson, The last person (until today) to pitch a perfect game in the big leagues. If you don't know waht a perfect game is, it's just like it sounds, and you can google it for details. It has only happened 16 times since 1900. That's once every 6.8 years. Yeah, kind of a big deal. It's similar to an NBA player scoring 65 or 70 points in a game. Anyhow, to shorten the story, I tried to be sneaky and snap a pic, but as I raised my camera and put my eye to the lens, he was looking straight at me shaking his head "no." I'm ridiculous, I know, but I think it's a decent story.

I only bring it up because on this day in history, Randy Johnson is no longer the last person to pitch a perfect game (which happened in 2004, by the way). Mark Buehrle of the Chicago White Sox has done it. It was quite a feat, saved by an amazing catch in the ninth by his center fielder. Buerhle better take that dude out for ice cream, or something. He even got a post game call from Mr. President himself, because heaven forbid something good happening without The Chosen One trying to put his name in the middle of it. If only we could elect the real Chosen One as president. We could budget a trillion for Quidditch instead of throwing it at this weeks counterproductive reform, health care.