[To properly assess the Barves San Diegan experience, I believe we should look to movies about San Diego for inspiration. Most of them aren’t inspiring. That actually works because the Barves were and are not inspiring. To get the comparison to last night correctly, we are connecting the Braves to “Goose.” the whole “triumphant in the end” thing just doesn’t work.]
So, Goose is a likeable guy who may have some talent. But, he is subject to being destroyed by a guy who gives an illusion of talent, but you wonder how much of it is luck. Sort of like Williams Perez.
Goose has somehow gotten a really hot chick to dig him [personification for us of Atlanta and its environs], but by now, she is mourning but moving on.
Just like the polaroid photo of the MIG, the Barves get a run in the first for an initial thrill which has no real significance.
Tied again in the bottom of the first by a Matt Kemp sacrifice fly. Then, Jester Yangervis Solarte launched a 3 run shot in the 3rd and effectively slammed Goose’s head into the canopy. Thereafter, Goose was only a lifeless figure.
Williams Perez left with triceps tightness. So, maybe a different hot shot from some remotely posted carrier will try to take the title. But, these Barves are just as dead as Goose.