If I'm Armando Galarraga, I'm facing a season-long suspension because no way is Jim Joyce leaving the ballpark tonight without facing a little comeuppance from me:
Joyce mans up: “I just cost that kid a perfect game.”
And Gallaraga is a better man than I am. Class act.
UPDATE #2 (3 June)
MLB deciding whether to review blown call
UPDATE #3 (3 June)
Joe Posnanski writes the best thing I've read about this at Sports Illustrated:
... There was something beautiful lost in the Jim Joyce fiasco, something that I hope I remember for as long as I remember the blown call. Yes, it’s hard to think about beautiful things when you have just watched one of the most absurd injustices in the history of baseball. But I’m a father of two young kids. And fathers find themselves looking for lessons. And there was something beautiful in the Jim Joyce fiasco.Armando Galarraga certainly taught me something about responding with grace and charity. It's a lesson I should have already learned by now, but it's one that I hope I never forget.
And in that moment when he had a perfect game so unfairly taken away from him, he smiled. In the interview after the game, he simply said that he wasn’t sure about the call but he was proud of his game. When told afterward that Joyce felt terrible about the missed call, Galarraga said that he wanted to go tell Joyce not to worry about it, that people make mistakes.
Galarraga pitched a perfect game on Wednesday night in Detroit. I’ll always believe that. I think most baseball fans will always believe that. But, more than anything, it seems that Galarraga will always believe it. The way he handled himself after the game, well, that was something better than perfection. Dallas Braden’s perfect game was thrilling. Roy Halladay’s perfect game was art. But Armando’s Galarraga’s perfect game was a lesson in grace.
And when my young daughters ask, “Why didn’t he get mad and scream about how he was robbed?” I think I will tell them this: I don’t know for sure, but I think it’s because Armando Galarraga understands something that is very hard to understand, something we all struggle with, something I hope you will learn as you grow older: In the end, nobody’s perfect. We just do the best we can.
UPDATE #4 (3 June)