Dear No-Hitter –

I have to say that I am a bit confused. I was flirting with you all night long. I thought we had something.

First inning, second inning, third inning, fourth, fifth, sixth. The tension was building. Something was happening between us. I felt it. And unless I misremember, I know you had to feel it, too. We weren’t just flirting anymore. We were about to do it.