We had second row seats behind the Pirates' dugout.
I was seriously scared and never once took my eye off a right handed batter because I've seen the screaming fouls fly into the stands at one million miles per hour.
Truly amazing seats, except I noticed that I was directly behind the "L".

An omen?
Certainly was.
But we were SO close to Anthony Rizzo!

And also this nice older woman who said she'd sat in this same seat for like 26 years!

Wish I knew how to keep score.
Anyway, you know the story of this game.
It was all AJ Burnett.

He looks kinda locked in here, walking off after the 6th or 7th.
You know I couldn't help myself.
I yelled, "HEY AJ - YOU KNOW YOU'VE GOT A NO HITTER GOING!?"
Not a single Pirate acknowledged my jinxy jerk behavior and I sat down, embarrassed.
So now it's the bottom of the 8th, I'm sitting with Sutter when Steve Clevenger comes up and promptly grounds out to Rizzo.
To my amazement, Sutter claps and says, "ALL RIGHT!"
I go dude, what are you doing?
"I've never seen a no-hitter." he says.
And the sweet older lady?
Not happy.
"WHY DON'T YOU GO SIT SOMEWHERE ELSE?" she barked.
Then Darwin Barney got hit in the head.
That's ordinarily teffifying, but it appeared to be a glancing blow.
They took him out.
Then Luis Valbuena strikes out.
"WAY TO GO, AJ!" yells Sutter.
"TRAITOR!" barks the old lady.
"I'VE BEEN COMING HERE FOR A LONG TIME. NOTHING WRONG WITH ROOTING FOR A LITTLE HISTORY." Sutter fires back.
"THE CUBS AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE THIS YEAR ANYWAY."
Adrian Cardenas comes up and battles and battles and from where I'm sitting it looked like the ump completely blew what shoulda been a called strike three.
And then, you know what happened.
Cardenas smokes one to right, the no hitter goes away, the old lady smirks, and after AJ gets that last out we all stand and give him an ovation.

Later, I realized I coulda been tweeting awesome live photos from my seat.
But the long story here is this: we'll probably see alot of Coleman or Germano or whoever go about 4 innings, pray for as little damage as possible, and then a parade of bullpen guys.
I don't really care - the end of this story hopefully will be about a Wuh...Wuh...Wuhrld Ssssssssss.
Can't quite say that out loud yet, but you get the idea.