Notes from Tuesday: We are lucky the Braves are, I think, bottom three in runs scored (Dan Uggla's .178 HOLLA!) in May. Matty Latos was shaky, falling behind often, getting peeved at calls, and sweatin all over hisself - aren't Floridians thick skinned? BUT he gave up only 2 runs, Gregorson and Bell each accounting for a run a piece after that, and we'll take the W any way possible.
The bench seems to get psyched up whenever we score runs and Ludwick has been killin it (he's tied for 8th in the NL in RBIs), we are stealing bases that lead to runs, and we are taking getting key knocks to keep innings alive (save for Senior Creeper Stash during Monday's game with the bases drunk) and we are taking advantage of teams that we need to take advantage of.
But even with the four wins the team, it feels like they are eking by. 7 out of the last 8 games have been won or lost by one run, with 6 of those being Pads wins. We need to take away the errors, and get everyone healthy. I'm looking at you, Hundley.
Lastly, I know that I am probably in the minority, but I love me some Mudcat Grant's "Euge", as in getting that first out was 'euge'. It started in the first few games and they've been jocking it ever since. I giggle each time.
Wait, we can sweep tomorrow... My god. Let's do this -- I want everyone to get into a 1984 state of mind. F them Braves. Let's Gwynn Slam 'Em!
GO PADS. Scalpin time.
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