Padres No-hitter

ARLINGTON, Texas, April 9, 2021 — The Kid from San Diego, Joe Musgrove knew all about the Padres no-hitter history.

There wasn’t any.

Until last night.

For the first time in franchise history, a San Diego Padres pitcher has thrown a no-hitter. Right-hander Joe Musgrove took down the Texas Rangers in a 3-0 victory to make history.

Musgrove, the 28-year-old pitcher who grew up in El Cajon, California, threw the Padres’ first no-hitter — in the team’s 8,206th regular-season game — allowing only one baserunner via hit-by-pitch.

San Diego had been the only active Major League franchise without a no-hitter.

Ok, you’re not a baseball fan and asking so what’s the big deal?

In baseball, a no-hitter is a complete game in which a team was not able to record a single hit through nine innings by conventional means.

A hit in baseball occurs when a batter strikes the ball into fair territory and reaches base without an error.

According to Major League baseball Here are few fun facts about the first no-hitter in Padres history.

Every active baseball franchise is now in the record books, with the Padres now having a no-hitter. The Mets and Padres had been the final two, until Johan Santana threw a no-hitter for the Mets on June 1, 2012.
The Padres had gone 8,205 games without a no-hitter, the second-longest drought in Major League history behind the 1906-64 Phillies’ 8,944-game drought without one.
The Padres had thrown 30 one-hitters, with the first coming on July 6, 1969, and the most recent on May 15, 2018.
Musgrove’s no-hitter came the day after the 52nd anniversary of the first regular-season game in Padres history, which took place on April 8, 1969, against the Astros at San Diego (later Jack Murphy) Stadium. The Padres went 18,995 days without a no-hitter.
This was just Musgrove’s second start with the Padres, making him the eighth pitcher in the modern era (since 1900) with a no-hitter in one of his first two starts with a team. He’s the first pitcher to do it since Clay Buchholz on Sept. 1, 2007, in his second start for the Red Sox.
Rangers general manager Chris Young, who pitched for the Padres from 2006-10, was two outs away from throwing San Diego’s first no-hitter on Sept. 22, 2006, against the Pirates. Pittsburgh’s Joe Randa broke it up with a solo homer in the ninth.

Joe Musgrove's final line for Friday’s game: 9 complete innings, 0 hits, 0 walks, 1 hit-by-pitch (HBP), 10 strikeouts, and 112 pitches.

So as you can see it's history for the record books, congratulations kid!

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