This fine win ended in sunshine so does not pertain to our established EJ Saturday Night celebrations. Instead we go to Rodrigo and Spain. And basque in victory.
The best way to set up this win was the scoreboard after three innings, 6-0 Braves. An ineffectual Strasburg was already out of the game. Of our 6 runs Julio had driven in half of them, Suzuki another two. Fairyland stuff, but we earned every bit of it and would go on and on from there to add another 7 runs without allowing Washington anything. Julio himself totally dominated their line up and finished with this line…7IP 4H 0R 2BB 5K. And looked happy about it throughout. Brothers pitched a somewhat erratic 8th and Akeel Morris debuted and got his first ML strike out in the ninth. He appears to have a saucy change up.
So much for the pitching, the other surprise was our defense. Our venerable second baseman is clearly a sensitive soul and was clearly shocked by what he read on this blog last night. He transformed himself from a lethargic leviathan to a teenage soccer goalie overnight, made three saving plays, two of which were miraculous. Where’s that been Brandon, call us later.
Offensively we totaled 15 hits with 8 for 16 with RISB. Everbody in. Nick had 3 hits and scored 4 runs, Matt Adams 3 RBI scored 2 runs, Suzuki had a grand game with his back to back singles each scoring a run early in the game and thus setting the tone and giving Julio a good feeling. Camargo was Camargo – 3 hits 2 runs one walk. Somewhere soon down the road the fat lady is going to sing and what will we do then?
So we made it all look ridiculously easy, long before the end. Washington pitching was again decimated and did we feel sorry? No. It was a gloriously enjoyable romp to watch, totally relaxed after 3 innings. Shylock’s words on the headline are transposed to suit the occasion – had we lost they would have been in their original order. But there was never any question about that. Tomorrow and tomorrow – we must slam the door shut.