If you gotta go, you gotta go
Last night I was up late watching the end of the Rangers’ triple-overtime win over the Capitals. Despite what some people may say (you know who you are), it actually was pretty exciting.
So after the Rangers finally scored, I flipped over to MLB network to catch the end of what turned out to be Jered Weaver’s no-hitter. I noted, as did the broadcasters, that between the 8th and 9th innings, Weaver booked into the clubhouse to, one would guess, relieve himself (get it?).
After he completed the no-no, Harold Reynolds asked him about his little trip on the air. Here’s Craig Calcaterra describing it:
When someone is throwing a no-hitter, every little thing matters. Routine. Habit. Superstition. A guy throwing a no-no is not going to move from the spot on the bench he’s been sitting in all game long because that might mess with his flow.
But Jered Weaver bolted from his spot on the bench between the eighth and ninth innings and he disappeared. That could have messed with his flow, but it probably would have messed with it way worse if he didn’t get up. Why? Because as he told Harold Reynolds on the MLB Network after the game, there was a good reason for it:
“I had to pee so bad it was unbelievable.”
I love the age in which we live. We’d never learn that about Sandy Koufax or Nolan Ryan’s no-hitters.