On a summer night in Minneapolis, where echoes of great pitchers past still hang in the air at Target Field, a lanky, electric 23-year-old from Milwaukee delivered a performance so overwhelming, it left even the most seasoned eyes blinking in disbelief. Jacob Misiorowski, in only his second Major League start, unleashed pure fury from the mound—eleven innings into his big-league career without surrendering a single hit. That’s not just a hot start—it’s an eruption.

Standing 6-foot-7 and casting shadows with every stride toward the plate, Misiorowski wasn’t just pitching. He was painting fire with each release—100.4 mph on average, touching 102.1, as if daring physics to keep up. The Twins never did. Slider? A ruthless 96. Changeup? A nasty 93.9 that dropped like a manhole cover. When he needed a punchout, he found it. When the Twins needed air, he smothered it. And as Willi Castro swung through a slider and wound up on the dirt, you could almost hear a collective realization from the crowd: something special is happening here.

What began as quiet dominance soon turned historic. With five no-hit frames in his debut and six more in his encore, Misiorowski now owns the modern MLB record for most consecutive no-hit innings to start a career. Let that settle for a moment. In a league that's seen Koufax, Ryan, Seaver, and Verlander, this young man with less than a dozen innings under his belt has outdone them all in one stunning statistical category. The moment wasn’t manufactured; it was earned, pitch by devastating pitch.

Of course, perfection is a fickle mistress. The seventh inning began with a leadoff walk to Byron Buxton, and before anyone could exhale, Matt Wallner crushed a two-run homer. Just like that, the no-hitter, the shutout, and the dream of immortality were gone. But by then, the story had already been written. The Brewers routed the Twins 17–6, but the final score was a footnote. What people will remember is the right-hander with the hair on fire and a fastball to match.

Even Joe Ryan, the opposing starter, tipped his cap. “Some of the best stuff in the big leagues,” he said, almost admiringly. And how could he not? Misiorowski threw 29 pitches over 100 mph—more than entire careers for some—and walked off the mound to a mixture of stunned silence and rising applause. The crowd, largely Brewers faithful, knew they had just witnessed the opening act of something potentially generational.

​​There will be growing pains ahead—no rookie walks through this league unscathed. But on this night, Jacob Misiorowski looked less like a prospect and more like prophecy fulfilled. The Twins were the first to feel it. The Pirates, next on deck, have been warned.