The Game

Charlie Morton returned to Atlanta, and you know who he reminded me of? Charlie Morton. Everything I loved about him and everything I hated about him was on full display: great curveball, a lot of strikeouts, and runners on base all over the place, just awaiting that one bad pitch with men on. Oh, and outings that require 3-4 bullpen arms.

Of course, when your ability to get hits with RISP is nonexistent, that’s not a huge problem. Charlie held the Braves scoreless despite lots of opportunities until a Drake Baldwin 2 run home drew the Braves to within 1.

Strider was fine except for two pitches that left the yard for three runs. I’m ot going to blame Spencer Strider for giving up 3 runs in 6+ innings.

We got to the 9th down 1. We left the 9th down 1. Another one run loss. Just one more win for Charlie at Truist.

Annals of Broadcasting

CJ, bottom of the first: “It is impressive to see 97 mph with 41-year-old arm that has over 2000 innings under its belt.” That is one fine mixed metaphor CJ. And honestly, I’m not criticizing…. If I had to speak as much as you do, I’m sure I’d do stuff like that all the time. But it made me laugh thinking about arm belts, which then made me think of Charlie Morton as a heroin addict, which then made me think… “Stop it! Get back to baseball!”

Frozen Pizza

This is of course Brandon’s name for a called third strike. Nobody knows why. Just to be clear… everybody understands “frozen.” Nobody understands “pizza.”

Happy July 4th to Everyone

Even you, Timo, and especially our British readers, if there be any.

Bullpen game tomorrow, apparently. Anybody think it makes much of a difference?