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This seemed an impossibility even a week ago, but it must be said that Alek Manoah was great today, and looked every bit like the last season-or-so had never even happened. He pitched so well, and so efficiently, that he deserved a much better fate than the inevitable Carlos Santana homer (how is it always Carlos Santana, whoever he's playing for?) that put three unearned runs on the board in the seventh (the usually sure-handed Ernie Clement actually booted two routine plays on the day). Not that it mattered, or course, given our lone run. But the roof was open on Mother's Day, at least, and everybody looked sharp in their pink accents. I find some comfort in these small things.
KS
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