Sure, we have a lot of great memories about guys who wore #11 for the Sox. Like the time Rico Brogna kicked the crap out of the Joker to save Gotham City. Or when Tim Naehring did that thing in that game in August, 1993 (surely you remember). Or when Alex Gonzalez attempted to form “The League of 11” with Curtis Pride, Casey Kotchman, Mark Kotsay and Dave Stapleton.
But, with all due respect to those folks, I’d like to humbly submit my favorite number 11 memories:
First, Hideo Nomo completing a no-hitter in his very first game for the Sox. It was an epic introduction made even more spectacular by Mike Lansing’s holyfu$%ingshyte catch with one out in the ninth to preserve it, securing his position on Nomo’s Christmas card list for life. Coincidentally, this game also marked Don Orsillo’s debut for NESN. Check it:
The next? Well, comes from a guy named Bill Mueller. From 2004. Against that team from the Bronx. And that closer who looks like Nosferatu:
Of course, we’d be remiss if we didn’t mention Clay Buchholz’s no-hitter. But, technically, he was wearing number 61 at the time he threw it. However, we’ll give him props for the “secret weapon” propelling him to new heights of muscle strains: his ridiculously hot wife!
Last but not least, thank you, veterans for making all of this goodness in the land of the free possible.
