I was staying in Yosemite when Matt Cain of the Giants threw his perfect game. I didn't know he was on his way to the perfect game until the 9th inning. Because I was in the middle of nowhere I couldn't even catch the last few hitters. If I hadn't gone I probably would have been home, and I definitely would have saw that he's going for a perfect game, maybe some time around the 5th to the 7th inning, and would have been able to see it on TV. Oh well... maybe I should go to Yosemite more often.