The seesaw of anti-momentum continues. Elation followed by despair followed by elation followed by despair. Me? I’m just watching baseball games.
Tonight, Max had little problem with the top of the order, but the bottom of the order was an entirely different story: Pollock and Taylor especially, with honorable mention to the ghost of Albert Pujols. And when he was removed in the 5th with Pujols on, Taylor hit his second dinger, this time off Martin. Six runs in the first 5 innings will not get it done. Dylan Lee pitched two pretty good innings. I mean, sure, he gave up the third homer to Taylor, but that doesn’t really distinguish him, does it? Every Braves pitcher who faced Taylor gave up a homer. (There may those of you who note that the last Taylor at bat came against Jacob Webb, and Webb struck him out. My statement, however, is only an error if you regard Jacob Webb as a “pitcher.” The four meaningless runs he gave up in the 8th inning belie that characterization.)
The game started promisingly against Joe Kelly with an Albies single and a Freeman homer; Kelly departed with an injury and the other Dodger pitchers provided the insult: Phillips, Vesia, Graterol, Treinen, Knebel and Jansen collectively allowed one runner to reach scoring position.
One way to look at this series is that the only games that LA has won are their bullpen games: fortunately, there won’t be any more of those. In addition, if you’d been told before the series started that the Braves would be up 3-2 heading back to Atlanta, you’d have been happy, right? So Don’t Worry — Be Happy. Ian’s ready. There’s only one way for the seesaw to go after you hit the ground.