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| you cannot pin this one on . . . La Makina |
That the Blue Jays failed to score ("here lies Beavis . . .") with the bases loaded and nobody out in the top of the seventh was drag enough, but that the three batters who had a chance to knock a few in were first Springer (a liner ripped to the understatedly great Jim Bregman at third, to Springer's demonstrative chagrin [he was like I am so chagrined right now]), Bichette (a strikeout in an at-bat that began with a charged strike owing to Bo's tardiness), and Vladdy (a relatively lazy fly ball to centre) was a full-on hyper-drag. Zach Pop and Adam Cimber—neither of whom we have any problem with, for the record—then proceeded to make an utter hash of José Berríos's excellent start (two runs on three hits and a walk over seven complete? you'd take it every time!), and what had been a brisk, well-played affair turned into a full-on laugher. Ah well! The Astros, despite their record thus far, are probably still actually good, and will probably win the division again, and by the end of the season it will probably seem like coming out of Houston with one win out of three is not a terrible result. But I'm not wild about it right now!
KS
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