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“Well hey, how about that one, huh? Brewers get it done, 4–1, out in Dodger Stadium. I’ll tell ya what—Rich Alvarado, he was dealin’. Seven innings, five hits, nine strikeouts… I don’t think I ever struck out nine guys in my whole career combined. Most of my innings were one pitch, two pitches, maybe a loud souvenir into the upper deck. Not this guy. He was terrific.
And then Josh Tidwell—oh baby. Eighth inning, big three-run homer to put Milwaukee up for good. That was his only hit, but ya know what? That’s why they put his name in the lineup. One swing and he’s the hero.
Brewers only had five hits all day, Dodgers had five too, so I guess it’s even—except, uh, the Dodgers forgot you need more runs. Can’t win if ya don’t score more than one. That’s some high-level analysis right there.
And hey, Dodgers pitcher Antonio Hernandez was pretty good too—seven innings, one run—but then they went to the bullpen, and, well… if I had a nickel for every time I gave up a three-run bomb outta the bullpen, I’d have… well, a lotta nickels.
So we head back to Milwaukee tied up at one apiece. American Family Field’s gonna be rockin’. The bratwurst will be hot, the beer cold, and the Brewers have life in this series.
I’ll tell ya—October baseball. Nothin’ better. Unless you’re the guy gettin’ hit in the ribs by a fastball. Adrian Roach left after that one. That happened to me once… except I wasn’t lucky enough to get taken out, they left me in the game. The other team liked hittin’ me too much.”
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