Over at The Platoon Advantage, I wrote about Tim Lincecum’s no-hitter. And yes, sure, I can tend to be a bit negative, but even while I cheered for Lincecum to finish off the Padres, as he eclipsed the 140 pitch mark, I felt a gnawing sadness. That this wasn’t the start of Lincecum’s career, but, perhaps, a final high point.
“This wasn’t a young pitcher throwing a no-hitter in his coming out party to the league. Nor was it a pitcher in his prime, allowing us to dream of the Cy Youngs, shutouts, and cheesy Dick’s Sporting Goods commercials down the line. Instead, this felt like a Kevin Costner movie: a grizzled veteran nearing the end of his ropes, getting one last magical game to cap his career. And Lincecum is only 29. If the best days of a finely tuned athlete are behind him before he’s even turned 30, what hope is there for the rest of us? Maybe I should install some vinyl siding now and pick out my burial plot.”
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