Tom Seaver pitched one no-hitter in his major league career.
It was a Friday, summer of 1978. Ten days before that, I’d delivered the commencement address for my graduating class from Princeton High School. For those from out of town, Princeton is a public high school about 15 miles north of the Ohio River. My jukebox choices then were “Hotel California,” “Carry On Wayward Son,” and, of course, “Stairway to Heaven.”
It’s impossible to overstate how important the Reds were then. Especially to a teenager who had played Cincinnati Knothole Baseball and lived in the area for all but the first six months of his life.