There was an announcement this week: scientists have
apparently discovered a new state of matter: topological superconductivity. I don’t have a great Braves tie-in to this
discovery, but some have come to expect non-Braves-related intros from me. So if you’re into stable qubits, I’m sure you’re
pretty excited right now and you can pretty much stop reading.
Maybe, it’s because I’m tired tonight. I almost felt like begging off on the recap. But I can’t resist watching the game and so I did. Coming off the big series with the Dodgers, I’m not sure what I expected, but this game seemed so very routine and hum drum from the beginning. Granted that I was in the car on the way home, but…
This thing started off horribly. Walk (picked off), single, single, homer. Boom, down 3-0. But Max Fried righted the ship, threw down 4 more innings scoreless, and more importantly, the pen held the fort. Anthony Swarzak, Chris Martin, Shane Greene, and Mark Melancon all contributed a scoreless inning apiece to shut the…
never trailed against the Dodgers on Saturday, cruising to a 4-3 victory.
kidding. The Braves really did defeat
the Dodgers, and the Dodgers never led.
But those of you who watched the game, didn’t it feel like the Braves
were trailing throughout? Given the recent struggles of the Braves bullpen, one
could be forgiven for lacking faith.
When your starting pitcher gives up 6 in the first two innings, it’s an uphill battle. When your long man gives up 4 more in the next 5 innings, then it’s even harder. But all the damage was done by Julio Teheran and Josh Tomlin, and Anthony Swarzak and Luke Jackson covered the 2 2/3 without…
I participate in a local home run pool. At the start of the season, for an entry fee of $160, one selects eight players who hit 18 or more homers in the previous season, with the proviso that their total 2018 homers sum to less than 210. In each month, your top 6 count and the pool returns $750 to the winner. The top 6…
And Fried-dom tastes of victory
An’ I’m pitching for the Braves against the Mets machine
If I had what it takes
To reach the highest high
You’d laugh and say ‘fix that bullpen’
But with Soroka and Fried onboard
Messiahs pointed to the playoffs
Twenty-five years ago, on August 11, 1994, the baseball
season came to an abrupt end, leading to the ultimate cancellation of the
season and of the World Series. I’m not
here to rehash the rights and wrongs of that abysmal episode. I do have strong opinions—the owners can
never be trusted, and Bud Selig is on my forever bad list—but my main memory is
Settle down, take a syllabus and pass it down the row. Welcome to Professor Seat Painters Braves Etymology 101 for the fall semester. With all the new freshmen and transfers to Braves Journal U., the department head has asked me to teach an introductory course dealing with some standard terms and phrases you will encounter here. So, let’s get started. I’ll identify a phrase, give…