Eight for strikes.
Only one of which started an at-bat.
Two extra-base hits.
One hit batsman that followed those two extra-base hits and came on a 1–2 count, leading one blogger to tweet: “Good grief.”
The circling of the 2017 drain, increasingly centripetal.
And then . . . .
Strikeout swinging. Flyout.
Flyout. Groundout. Groundout.
Groundout. Strikeout swinging. Groundout.
Flyout. Strikeout looking. Groundout.
Groundout. Groundout. Flyout.
Strikeout swinging. Flyout. Strikeout swinging.
Flyout. Strikeout looking.
Nineteen straight outs recorded by Cole Hamels. First-pitch strikes to 12 of the 19, and 55 strikes in 81 deliveries overall. Zero hits and zero walks and zero plunks, extraneously noted and self evident given the first sentence of this paragraph.
In the interwoven six half-innings, the ones during which Hamels had moved centrifugally from the mound to the dugout, his teammates with bats produced six runs on seven hits.
When Hamels handed the baseball to his manager, two outs past the seventh-inning stretch, his 0.1–2–2–2–0–0 line had morphed into 6.2–2–2–2–0–6, and the 0–2 score had become 6–2, en route (en rout?) to 10–4, a final whose box score supports the truth bomb that only one relief pitcher was needed.
Season back on.
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