"That night of that no-hitter, in a frozen moment at the center of the jumping and screaming, one teammate did ask Johan Santana the real question: What if those 134 pitches hurt your arm?
As the friend remembered it, Santana looked directly at him and said, 'It would still be worth it.'
He was right. What other moment could transcend that one, during this flawed marriage between erstwhile ace and team — a union that grew more troubled during Friday night’s pounding in Washington, a 6-4 loss?
Santana, whose tenure in Queens includes a burdensome contract, no playoff games, a sexual assault accusation that did not result in a charge and major shoulder surgery, was not going to fly higher than the first no-hitter in franchise history. June 1 was his best possible night as a Met, and he went for it."
Of course it wasn't worth it.
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