[jg2977]

“Well folks, if you came to PETCO Park today looking for fireworks, I hope you got here early — because once Cleveland’s Matt Holdcraft parked one in the seats on the first pitch of the ballgame, it was basically lights out from there. Indians roll over the Padres, 8–0, and now sit one win away from back-to-back World Series titles.
Let’s talk about Jesus Becerra. This guy is about five-foot-nine, a buck-sixty soaking wet, and he made the Padres look like they were swinging wiffle ball bats. Eight and a third innings, two hits, six strikeouts, and about 114 pitches of pure dominance. By the time he left in the ninth, San Diego fans were begging for mercy.
Meanwhile, Cleveland’s offense? Oh, they showed up. Holdcraft goes three-for-four with a homer, Cobos clears the bases with a triple, Arena hits one into the cheap seats, and P. Kresse legs out a triple in the seventh just to rub salt in the wound. Eight runs on nine hits, and believe me, it felt like eighty.
On the flip side, poor Frankie Adame started for San Diego, and after one inning, his ERA was already begging for a priest. Calderon came in later and… well, let’s just say he lit the match and handed Cleveland the gasoline.
The Padres, bless their hearts, scratched out just three hits all day. Gargallo had one, Velasquez another, and Watt the last. Everyone else? Nada. Moreno, the hero of Game 3, went 0-for-4 and looked like he’d forgotten which end of the bat to hold.
So, the Padres are now down 3-1 in the series, and unless they find nine guys named Cy Young in that clubhouse tomorrow, this thing could be over real fast.
Final again from PETCO Park: Cleveland 8, San Diego 0. And remember fans — if you’re scoring at home, it was a total waste of time.”