It’s perhaps the loneliest feeling in baseball.

It’s the 7th inning and you’ve got a perfect game going. And nobody wants to talk to you.

Not your manager. Not your teammates. Even the batboy is nowhere to be found.

But on one unlikely Saturday afternoon in Seattle, White Sox pitcher Philip Humber welcomed the silent treatment.

“I remember sitting in the dugout and I got this feeling that it might happen,” the Christian athlete said.

Nerves racing, adrenaline pumping, Humber decided to give it all over to God with a simple prayer: “Lord if this is Your will for it to happen, just use me to glorify You through it.”

And it happened all right—only the 21st perfect game in baseball history: a 96-pitch, 4-0 masterpiece that ended with a chaotic check-swing strikeout to Mariners’ Brendan Ryan.

For a split second, just before his White Sox teammates mobbed him in a celebration at the pitcher’s mound, Humber collapsed to the ground, his head buried in his hands.

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