At some point, it is odd to call these things “recaps,” since they seem like a bad Groundhog Day spinoff in which:

  • Stuff happens early, but the game is pretty close after a good performance from the starting pitcher,
  • By the time the bullpens take over, it’s really close.
  • Around the 8th inning or so (in tonight’s case, the 10th) something happens and we lose quickly.

The winning run came home on a wild pitch with two outs in the bottom of the 11th on a 1-2 count. I could say, accurately, that I screamed at my phone “Don’t use the two strikes to try and throw your best curveball… just pretend you have one strike” but that would make me sound like I could give useful advice. And of course while the game was lost there, it is more accurate to say that an out in that circumstance would have simply restored the status quo ante in which our chances of winning were still south of 50 percent.

Some things appear to be news, like the return of Craig Kimbrel, but it’s all just noise isn’t it?

We’ve gotten a little more literary around here later, which I heartily approve. So let me say that the Groundhog Day trope I used above is accurate so far as it goes, but we begin to approach the profundity of its true intellectual forebear, Samuel Beckett. (Forebears should never be confused with Snitbears.) To paraphrase only very slightly:

Estragon: And if they don’t win?
Vladimir: We’ll come back tomorrow.
Estragon: And the day after tomorrow?
Vladimir: Possibly
Estragon: And so on.
Vladimir: You’re merciless
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And this time, I’m not even paraphrasing:

“The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groans, the welts, the squeaks, the belts, the shrieks, the pricks, the prayers, the kicks, the tears, the skelps, and the yelps.”

If that doesn’t sound like Braves Journal this year, I’m not sure what would. Again, only a very minor paraphrase:

Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of today? That with Estragon my friend, at this place, until the fall of night on the West Coast, I waited for a win?”

And finally, for today anyway:

“Try. Fail. Fail again. Fail better.”

We Can’t Go On. Let’s Go On.

4:05 game today. Bryce Elder against Logan Webb.