Braves 4, Giants 2: Depending on which side of the diamond your sympathies lie, the difference tonight was either Matt Cain’s wildness or the Giants’ typically limp offense. Blame Durham and Klesko for looking foolish all night? Sure, but they were facing future Hall of Famer John Smoltz, after all. So since there’s nothing, nothing, I can’t stand more than unforced errors, I blame Matt Cain.
I also sympathize with him; a few more wins that he should have tallied in the first part of the year, and nights like tonight would carry less sting. But four walks, six hits and nearly 100 pitches in only four-plus innings is torturous. I felt every pitch outside the strike zone as if Jon Miller’s words stretched my body a few more inches on the rack. No, not that rack.
More thoughts on Cain tomorrow.
CO-PLODAG: Taschner and Sanchez, thanks to their 4 2/3 scoreless innings out of the bullpen. Shout-out also to Dave Roberts, on base three times and doing what he’s supposed to. His OBP in July is .406, which makes one hope that everything that came before was injury-marred, and now we’re seeing his normal, healthy self.
Mmmm...Salma.