Yesterday’s delayed completion of Saturday’s rain soaked debacle took place in a venue famous in the sport of auto racing. And, this “southern branch” of auto racing (the France family’s private world called “NASCAR”), began with competitions between various carriers of illegal whiskey. They took their “stock” (out of the factory) cars and made them faster and made them handle better at high speed, etc. Well, near Bristol there was certainly a culture in which many had their own home distilling processes. Well, with the move to Milwaukee, the Braves went to beer. Would it be possible for this iteration of Braves to go to Champagne, maybe? Not likely.

Sorry Freddy, but I have thought I saw good planning and careful consideration in FO. Now, I wonder if a pulse is present, let alone sentient intellect. When the Mighty Quinn beats you, ain’t no damn body gonna jump for joy.

The only thing that kept this from being a prototypical 2025 game was that it should have ended 2 to 1. One run losses are “random,” but not really. First Quinn Priester, who is apparently a better pitcher than I knew, held the Braves to 1 run over 7 innings. If he were a Braves pitcher, that would have resulted in a 50% chance of winning. Because he is on another team, that alone put the Brewers over 90%. Quinn may not be an Eskimo, but he dumped a ton of icy snow crap on the Braves.

Another thing to observe is that the Brewers got 4 walks and 3 hits (one a home run) while the Braves got 3 hits and 3 walks, and one home run. But, the Braves scored one, and the Brewers scored three. “Random.” The Brewers home run came with 2 on (“random”) and was hit by Tom Collins’ younger brother Isaac (or maybe it’s Tom’s great great grandson, whatever). I think we need to put together a posse, got find “random” and kick his ass back to last year.

If Eric Fedde gets you more than 5 innings and 3 runs, that is about as good as you can expect. And you can expect the 2025 Braves to perform pitifully on offense.