There’s plenty of “unbreakable” records in major league baseball these days: Cy Young’s 511 wins, Joe DiMaggio’s 56-game hitting streak, the 17 prostitutes Mickey Mantle pleasured in one night. But even with all those iconic numbers firmly entrenched in baseball lore, the one most unbreakable of them all might be 2. That’s how many consecutive no-hitters Johnny Vander Meer recorded for the Cincinnati Reds in 1938, and it’s safe to say that record’s never going down.
Well, not in the major leagues, anyway. That’s Mitchell High lefty Patrick Schuster, who you’ve definitely never heard of before. Schuster just put the finishing touches on a 2-0 no-no over Clearwater Central Catholic (why does Schuster hate Catholics? This is worth investigating), his third in as many starts. The Florida HS Athletic Association says it’s “not immediately known” whether that’s a state record; we’ll go ahead and say “yes.”
This wasn’t a bullcrap no-hitter where the pitcher walks like 9 guys and does lots of praying on the mound, either; Schuster absolutely scorched the visiting Marauders. Schuster plunked the first batter he saw, then was just two errors away from throwing a perfect game from there on out. Further, of the 21 batters he retired (HS games are only seven innings, y’know), 16 went down on strikes.
Mitchell head coach and Secretary of Understatement Scot Wilcox had this to say about the performance:
“I tell you what, he’s just in a zone right now,” […] Wilcox said. “It’s like business. He went to work. There were a lot of scouts there and a lot of anticipation and he lived up to it.”
Yes, throwing a third straight no-hitter is sort of living up to expectations. As for the scouts, Schuster is a high-level prospect for the major league draft (because, well, duh). Despite his slight frame (6′2″, 167), Schuster’s got speed and movement on his pitches.
Oh, and if this somehow isn’t a state record, I’m officially calling crap on whatever the “real” record is. Because you know it’s from like 1912 when all of baseball’s numbers were screwed up. Like there was some fireballer named “Mordecai ‘Three Finger’ Brown.” Please. Even if that person actually existed, he wasn’t a Hall of Fame pitcher, he was the drunk guy at the tavern who was missing his fingers because his wife bit them off during a bar fight, God rest her soul. We’re drawing the line at 1940 and declaring anything from before that as null, void, and probably weird.