As a writer, once in a while, you get a story that is so miraculous and unbelievable that it just writes itself.  Jon Lester’s no-hitter last night was nothing short of that.  He’s 24 years old and has already battled and beaten cancer.  Lester has also pitched a World Series-clinching game.  Here he is, less than two years after that victory, pitching an absolutely masterful performance going the distance and striking out nine Royals, including the last batter he faced with a 96-mile-an-hour fastball.

What else can you really say about this? I cannot imagine a better story in the majors this season.  Just the fact that Lester beat cancer is a huge story in itself, but now he’s tossed a no-hitter and pitched in Game 4 of the World Series last year in which the Red Sox won.

Its something that deserved to be written about in every newspaper, website column and blog in the entire world because it cannot be said enough times how beautiful a moment it was when Lester struck out Alberto Callaspo to finish it out.  He was still strong at 130 pitches.  Can you imagine Willie Randolph letting a starter throw 130 pitches? He’d be in cardiac arrest in the eighth inning.

But, really, all kidding aside, I could not be happier for Lester.  He deserves every bit of success he has along the way in his major league career.  Hats off to you, John.