Braves hosted IWOTM’s. It was Hank Aaron Appreciation Night, which I think means we’ve cycled through yet another generation and have to remind whatever comes after Millennials that The Hammer existed. So, ya know. That happened. They also played a baseball game.
The first four innings of the game are best described as Mike Foltynewicz Doing a Thing. I mean, sure, he blew the perfecto by hitting Michael Conforto leading off, but then his entire body kind of went machincally fluid and made this sound and then magically a sawmill buzzed where Folty once stood. He made meat pies out of the Mets’ order a couple of times through four before giving up a couple of meager singles in the fifth.
Still clearly still dealing, and only at 70-odd pitches, Snit leds him lead off bottom five, but then pulls him for Jesse Biddle to start the sixth. Turns out the decision was “precaution due to forearm stiffness” so you guys should probably mark Mike Foltynewicz off of your long term plans.
Jesse Biddle was not good. Is not good. May be good eventually? Most interesting thing about his terrible, no good, very bad 0.1 innings was when he plunked Brandon Nimmo, who is NOT a lost fish, but Blue was all like “dude, you gots to at least pretend you’re trying to get out of the way” and sent Notafish back into the box much to manager Dory’s dismay. Dory got tossed for arguing balls and strikes, and then Antipisces just stood there and waited for Biddle to put him on the long way.
Jesse Biddle was not good. He and a sloppy defensive play turned the 1 run lead into a 2-1 deficit. But that turned out to be okay, because the Mets’ pen is worse than Jesse Biddle and Ozzie Albies may have some talent when it’s all said and done. KERPOW from Freddie. A little interior body work from Nick-through-Preston Tucker. Then the killing blow from Oz. Tacked on an extra to make the final score 8-2.