Some wins are pretty. This is one of those skin-of-their-teeth games the Braves were consistently losing up until about 15 minutes ago. The Phillies are still in first. Still, I feel a corner’s been turned. These guys may be bums but, dammit, they’re our bums.
As usual, the newcomers were responsible for much of the action. Nearly all the Braves offense came from Jorge Soler, who got on base three times (in nine games as a Brave, he’s hitting .344/.447/.656), and Adam Duvall, who contributed a titanic two-run equalizer in the fourth.
The rest of the Braves could hardly muster a thing else; the winning tally scored in embarrassing fashion, via their fifth bases-loaded walk in their last five games played. What made it more mortifying was that the Braves got a single and three walks from the first five batters of the inning, and couldn’t push across more than a single run.
That’s the kind of anemic offense to which our feast-or-famine boys have gotten us accustomed. The thing I’m still struggling to get used to is that somehow the new-look bullpen is, well, pretty alright. Smyly made it through six innings yielding no more than a two-run homer, which is almost the literal definition of the best you can hope for from him, and then he gave way to three scoreless innings from the likes of Jackson, Rodriguez, Matzek, and Smith. You can’t quite cancel your Subscribe & Save for Maalox, but as far as my lyin’ eyes could see for one more night, the kids are alright.
Reality stirred me
My angel had heard me
The prayer had been answered
A reprieve had been granted