Really don’t mind if you sit this one out
My word’s but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT
As I indicated in comments earlier today, I was unable to watch the broadcast tonight. Apparently I didn’t miss much. Jethro was not sharp. Ian gave up 2 runs in the top of the first, and as it turns out that would be all that the Dodgers would need. He gave up two more in the 5th before giving way too McHugh (actually he gave up 1 run and McHugh allowed one inherited runner to score). Six hits, 4 walks, and 4 runs in 4 innings is not a recipe for success. Here’s my hot take on Anderson: he doesn’t throw enough strikes. 88 pitches tonight, 40 of them balls. That ratio won’t cut it.
Still, the lesser lights of the league’s best bullpen held the Bums scoreless the rest of the way—3 innings from McHugh, 1 1/3 from Dylan Lee, and 2/3 from Digger O’Day. The way the Braves hitters have raked for the month of June, giving up 4 runs on the night is usually not a problem. But our guys only scored one run this night, on a sac fly from Matt Olson in the 6th. The best chance to score more came in the 8th, when Ronald and Dansbo both singled to put runners on the corners with one out. But Riley grounded into a 4-6-3 twin killing to end the threat.
Only three Braves hitters hit safely on the night: Ronald had 2 infield singles, Swanson had 2 singles, and Olson had a single, a double (still on pace for the franchise record in that category), and the aforementioned sacrifice fly RBI.
The Braves also lost a game in the standings tonight as the Mets topped the Fish; the lead is five games. But don’t despair—our Hammers are still 18-4 for the month. If I told you on May 31 that they would have cut 5.5 games off the lead by June 24, you’d have been happy indeed. So don’t worry, be happy.
I hear there was a lot of emotion surrounding a former Braves’ player who made his return to Truist Park. I’ve got nothing new or interesting to add to that saga.
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Although I live in Georgia, I’ve spent this month in Los Angeles visiting family. Last Saturday I went to a game at Dodger Stadium. I’ll admit I’ve always enjoyed that park. The mid-century vibe is pretty cool (Atlanta Stadium and all the other 1960’s parks were not cool). I like the way they blast Randy Newman’s “I Love LA” at the end of the game. I happened to be there the day they unveiled a new statue of Sandy Koufax, and we all got a replica of the statue. That was very cool—cooler in fact than most bobbleheads I’ve received over the years.
But the stadium sits in the middle of a vast parking lot. Although I was not a fan of the move to Cobb when they announced it, I’ve got to say that I thoroughly enjoy the Battery and the energy at Truist. Dodger Stadium can’t match it. And they don’t have Matthew Kaminski, the best organist in baseball. Here is how lame the Dodgers organist is: last Saturday happened to be Paul McCartney’s 80th birthday. So he played songs such as Hey Jude, Let it Be, and Yesterday randomly during the game. At one point I realized he was playing While My Guitar Gently Weeps. Our guy Kaminski would not have made that mistake.
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Sure the Dodgers just took game one of the series, but since last October they sure don’t intimidate me. We were speaking of Koufax. The guy who grew up in LA idolizing Koufax, Varsity Fried, takes the mound on Saturday night against his hometown team. I like our chances behind Max against Mitch White.