Little League no-hitter

My favorite little league memory is of pitching half of a no hitter.  I knew I would only pitch the first half of the game because I had to leave early to go to, of all things, a big time wrestling match in San Jose.  So I didn't allow anyone on base for the first three innings, and then my friend, a lefty, came in and pitched the rest of the game.  I didn't find out until the next morning that he also didn't allow any hits.  We got our names in the little community newspaper in our area and I'm sure it was a huge rush for me.  This was the pinnacle for me, though.  I went on to become perfectly mediocre for the next five years that I played baseball.  When I got cut from the freshman team in high school, I knew it was time to find another sport.