Deadspin: mark buehrle

Crappy White Sox Tickets No One Wanted Are Now Expensive Keepsakes

Tommy Craggs — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 18:15:28 EDT

Maybe you didn't see Mark Buehrle twirl a perfect game live, but now, thanks to the glories of American commerce and the indifference of Sox fans, you can buy an unsold ticket from that day and pretend you did. [Ticketmaster]

Heck Of A Career, Jim, But Can You DH Tomorrow?

Barry Petchesky — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 06:30:00 EDT

Because no one reads the newspaper, and SportsCenter's anchors are too perky for this early in the morning, Deadspin combs the best of the broadsheets and the blogosphere to bring you everything you need to know to start your day.

-Jim Rice's number retired at Fenway, which really should have been done without waiting for him to be elected to the HOF. But it's not the first time the Red Sox fielded a black guy only after the rest of MLB did.

-Michael Phelps loses a race! But because it's swimming, and it's not the Olympics, no one gives a shit.

-First team up in the Michael Vick sweepstakes? Your Baltimore Ravens. Second team up? No? No one?

-This is a little absurd. Mark Buehrle stayed perfect into the sixth inning, retiring an MLB-record 45 straight batters. He lost the game. Welcome to Chicago.

-Wang to have season-ending surgery. That means a temporary end to sophomoric headlines like "Wang to have season ending surgery."

-At least we still have sophomoric headlines like "Giant's Johnson has torn rotator cuff!"

-The Madden 10 soundtrack listing is in. Final score: Rock 18, hip-hop 7.

You Are Sort Of There For Buehrle's Perfect Game

Dashiell Bennett — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 10:00:07 EDT

An unemployed blogger provides an on-the-scene report from Mark Buehrle's perfect game. Well, as on-the-scene as you can get from the top of the bleachers. [Tremendous Upside Potential]

The Catch That Saved Mark Buehrle's Perfect Game

Dashiell Bennett — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 16:30:00 EDT

DeWayne Wise—a ninth-inning defensive replacement—robs Gabe Kapler of a home run (nearly dropping the ball in the process) and saving the day for pitcher Mark Buehrle. That's what we in the business call "clutch." [Video via Comcast]

And Now, Let's Jinx Mark Buehrle Is Unjinxable (UPDATE)

Ben Cohen — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 15:45:00 EDT

Mark Buehrle is ~~six~~ ~~three outs away from a~~ perfect in Chicago. Twenty-seven up, 27 down. With no walks, hit batsmen or errors! First perfect game in the big leagues since 2004. [Gamecast]

Mark Buehrle's Truck Will Cause Ice Caps To Melt

DAULERIO — Wed, 20 May 2009 19:22:31 EDT

One alert emailer sent along this photo of the White Sox hurler gassing up his famously scary truck constructed by demonic gorilla robots from some dusty holocaust netherworld.

I consulted Mr. Ray Wert from Jalopnik HQ on what you call this thing and he graciously enlightened:

It's a heavily-modified Ford F-350 Super Duty. VERY heavily-modified.

Wonder if he and Jon Lieber are cb radio buddies? They must drive through brick walls or go Prius hunting together, right?

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There's Nothing Quite Like A No Hitter

Leitch — Thu, 19 Apr 2007 10:15:48 EDT

We love no-hitters; we're kind of obsessed with them, actually. It's one of the reasons we love baseball more than any other sport; any time you show up at a game, there's a chance you'll see one, which is their appeal. They're rare enough to be spectacular, but they're common enough that they seem conceivable. The otherwise forgettable names of Bud Smith and Jose Jimenez are chiseled into our brain solely because they threw no-hitters. We've never seen a no-hitter in person, but every game we attend, we let out a silent sigh of disappointment whenever both teams have a hit. Not tonight ... maybe next time.

We love how the baseball world stops when someone throws a no-hitter, no matter what the circumstances or context. Mark Buehrle's no-hitter last night was like any other no-hitter — a little better than most, actually, if not quite perfect — but that is enough to make it the talk of every sports fan this morning, and will be again the next time it happens. (We'll all watch Buehrle's next start with that quiet hope he'll pull a Vander Meer.) Heck, it's enough to make you understand why people would pour beer on his head in the middle of the field. That looked cold.

Almost Perfect [South Side Sox]