Episode: When Tim Hudson suddenly loses the ability to get anyone out, to the degree that it is surprising he has full control of his limbs and his bowels, he is having an Episode. Usually in the sixth or seventh inning.
Mike Foltynewicz gave us a textbook example of An Episode in the top of the 2nd inning. More on this in a moment.
Given the early lead, Folty turned around and proceeded to poop the bed. Brandon Crawford singled to open the Inning of Doom. Austin Jackson walked, and both came around to score on a Gregor Blanco triple. After striking out the Giants pitcher, Chris Stratton, Alen Hanson doubled home Blanco. Andrew McCutchen singled Jackson to third, and Buster Posey dribbled one to Bautista, who threw home, but Hanson slid around the throw to score the fourth run. Brandon Belt doubled home McCutchen, and Evan Longoria drove in the final run of the inning with a ground out that Albies couldn’t get the double play on. Folty’s body language the entire inning was bad. Not just ‘bad’, I’m talking ‘Want to reach through the screen and shake some sense into him, except we know that might lead to a concussion, which is bad, but Oh My God, can we just do it and send him to the 10 Day DL right now, and end this inning which just…keeps…going…like this run-on sentence..finally!’ bad. Or, at least, it wasn’t good.
After that debacle, it seemed like a matter of running out the game. Nick Markakis hit a dinger in the 4th to cut it to 6-3, but Crawford hit a two run shot in the 7th off Jesse Biddle, and Longoria homered off Max Fried in the 9th. The Braves final tally came in the bottom of the 7th, when Ozzie drove in Charlie Culberson with a sac fly.
Anyhoo, Folty showed again why the Braves played hardball with him in arbitration. He’s got the stuff to be dominant, and sometimes he is, but too many other times it seems like he just throws the ball up thinking they can’t hit me and seems shocked when they do. All I can think is that there going to be a starting pitcher crunch soon, with Soroka already up, and guys like Allard, Wright, and Gohara lurking. And if Folty can’t figure it out soon, he’ll find himself in the pen. Or Kansas City. Either way, if it spares me efforts like tonight, I won’t shed a tear.