Magnificence

Empyreal Environs sums it up:

Alberto Callaspo took the dish, representing what could be the final out or the undoing of eight and two-thirds innings of dominance. Lester worked him inside and high with heat. Just when Callaspo thought he got down Lester's timing and location, the lefty hurled his fastball high and outside. The utility infielder's bat casted itself after empty air, quick as a clapstick signaling the beginning of the scene.

Only at Fenway is the reality better than any script.

Red describes the first couple of minutes after the last out:

... I love the fact that Tito basically forgets himself, loses his shit, then suddenly turns, trying not to look at the cameras, and scampers off. Lovely stuff, and I'll admit that it achieved "last five minutes of Field of Dreams" status as a clip that can reduce me to tears almost instantly. ...

Curt Schilling: Man, oh man.

Kristen: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius:

... I guess that's a sufficient answer to the question of why we're all so excited about this team's farm system and why we didn't want to trade Jacoby and Lester - not both, not either - for Johan Santana. Because moments like that are priceless. ...

Angela: What a feel-good story.

Sox and Pinstripes: Have you recovered from the high generated by Jon Lester's no-hitter last night?

Stealth reminds us to remember the Captain, who's now caught a record four no-hitters.

Peter provides the entire game summary.

Dan Miller: It's a good week to be a sports fan in Boston.

Rob: No H in his name.

Jennifer Garrett felt like a proud mama:

... I don't know Jon Lester. I've never met Jon Lester. Okay, I saw him in the 'pen once at Fenway, but that's as close as I've come. Yet I was so tense and excited and, finally, happy and proud of him tonight when he pulled off the no-hitter. A no-hitter! ...

Parker Morse was at the game:

When we got off the orange line at Wellington, even after I dropped off Noah and Rachel in Medford and started the drive back, my ears were still ringing with the noise of the place. Actually, now, in a dark house in Amherst, they still are. ...

Richietown was there as well:

We watched and cheered as he retired the final six batters to complete the first no hitter by a Red Sox lefty since the 1950s and certainly the first no hitter by a cancer surviror ever in the major leagues.

Boston Baseball Heads: God Bless this young man!

Caity: WOOHOO JON LESTER!!!

Riggs: Dear Jon Lester, You rock. That's all.