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I don’t care about the box score. I don’t care that Cincinnati hit four home runs in the first two innings. I don’t care that the crowd was rocking or that it felt like a blowout early.
This game came down to one word:
experience.
Cincinnati jumps out 7–2 after two innings. Fantastic. Great. Gold star.
And then… they just stop. One run the rest of the game. One. That’s it.
That’s not how grown-up playoff teams behave.
This is what young teams do: they play the scoreboard instead of the opponent. They start protecting a lead instead of extending it. They think, “We’re good. Just don’t mess it up.” And guess what? That mindset always messes it up.
St. Louis, on the other hand? Totally unfazed. No panic. No hero ball. Just chip, chip, chip. A run here. A homer there. Another run. Then suddenly it’s the ninth inning, and the Reds are tight. The bullpen is tight. The stadium’s tight.
And when that happens?
The older, smarter team eats you alive.
Four runs in the ninth. FOUR.
Alex Cruz detonates the place. Ricky Martinez delivers the gut punch. That’s not luck — that’s a team that’s been here before and expects the other side to blink.
Here’s the stat that matters to me:
The Reds score seven in the first two innings… and one run over the final seven. That tells you everything. They never put the game away. They never stepped on the throat.
Playoff baseball is not about who peaks first. It’s about who can survive discomfort. St. Louis lives there. Cincinnati clearly does not — not yet.
So now the Cardinals are up 2–1, one win away from the NLCS, and the pressure is squarely on the Reds. Young team, tight series, season on the line.
And history tells us this:
When experience meets opportunity, youth usually provides the mistake.
Tomorrow?
Cincinnati better grow up fast — or St. Louis is walking out of that park like they own it.