
After years decades of offensive dominance, it appears as if major league baseball has dramatically swung the opposite direction. Welcome to the era of pitching dominance. Last night a previously unknown Detroit Tiger named
Armando Galarraga pitched a perfect game. 27 Indians came up to the plate over 9 innings, and 27 Indians made outs over those 9 innings. It was the third perfect game in the majors this season. Prior to the start of this season, there had only ever been 18 perfect games. Ever.
Pay no attention to what you saw. Pay no attention to what you read following the game. There should be no questions. If an official scorer can rule on an error made in the field by a player, it is perfectly logical for everyone to rule on an error made by an umpire. The kid pitched a no-hitter. The kid pitched a perfect game. That is all there is to it. Everyone was so happy they decided to allow one more Indian hit, just for the fun of it.
Nothing like this has been seen since the 1968 season. That was the year Bob Gibson and Denny McClain launched the game into the offensive rocket ship we have experienced most of my lifetime. Gibson had a microscopic ERA of 1.12 for the entire season. McClain won 31 games leading the Tigers to the world championship.
In response to the 1968 season, MLB lowered the mound and shrunk the strike zone to give the hitters more of a chance. A few years later, the American League added the DH, eliminating the easy out previously delivered by a pitcher at bat. The game was never the same, until now.
Maybe in response to the 2010 season, MLB will officially recognize the perfect game we all clearly watched last night and institute some expanded version of instant replay to ensure the human beings they employ to arbitrate the game get it right.