The way this seems to work is, things go pretty good until Cliff does Mondays. Then he jinxes up the place and his mojo is so bad it lingers well into Tuesdays, regardless of how awesome I am. Then I have to recap the second loss in a row, which means I am contractually obligated to sing the song of Doom and Despair. You’d think in a game where the offense scored seven there would be upside, but no…
For the second game in a row, the pitching staff gave up crooked number after crooked number to the second worst offense in all of baseball. There’s no real way to positive-spin that. The Reds’ offense is horrible. Only Miami is nominally worse. And we’ve just spotted them 10 and 9, respectively. That has to change if the dream of WC2 is to be maintained.
Brandon McCarthy wasn’t particularly good, giving up five in as many innings. Yeah, you could nitpick and say the defense let him down (it did), but ball don’t lie. Six hits, five runs, three earned. Couple of gopher balls for good measure. Pulled after a mere five innings, which put the Bullpen of Doom and Despair right back into the firing line. We need better out of Amanda’s boy if we’re going to contend for anything of merit. Petey Moylan didn’t help things, coming in to relieve and giving up the final of McCarthy’s runs on the full Grybo.
While Mr. Amanda and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Pen were failing to retire excruciatingly bad hitters, there counterparts from Cincy were mowing down Braves left and right. Something called a Tyler Mahle threw up goose eggs for six straight. Like, no-hits, two walks type goose eggs. Dude was pretty good last year as a 22 year old, but has an ERA of 5.00 in the early going this year, and we couldn’t scratch him. Not good, man. Not good.
By the time the offense finally scraped out 3 runs in the 7th, we were already down 5-0. At which point A. J. Minter coughed up two more. The 7-3 deficit held into the top of nine. But then the Reds’ interim manager stuck with Amir Garrett a little too long, and when he went to Rasiel Iglesias dude looked across the diamond to Minter and Moylan and was like “you think that’s shatting the bed, bruh? Nah, watch me work!” Atlanta pushes four across in the top of the last and we go to extras.
Extras always lean toward the home team, due to last at bats and walk off scenarios, and eventually, in the 12th, that very thing happened. Max Fried walked Joey Votto, which is forgivable, because Joey Votto does that. But then he got up 0-2 on Scooter Gennett, wasted one, and then hung a 1-2 curve that Gennett parked for his second of the night. Game over, because you can’t get out Scooter Gennett. Not good, man. Not good.
All of which is probably already forgotten by everyone, because after the game they announced that the chosen one has been recalled from AAA and will start tonight. The time of Acuna Matata has arrived. Honestly not sure how that’s going to get the starters through six or more, or apply duct tape or bailing wire to a very bad pen, but he’s really good and super exciting and Preston Tucker has been in a nose dive for a few weeks, so okay.