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There are baseball teams that hope to win in October… and then there are those rare few that look like they were built for it. Tonight in Milwaukee, the Brewers once again looked like the latter. A crisp, clinical 6–2 win over the Arizona Diamondbacks — their fifth straight to open the postseason — and now, a perfect 5-0 in these playoffs, they appear every bit the team on a mission.
Joe Caudill was steady and efficient, the kind of pitcher who never seems rushed by the moment. Seven innings, two runs, no panic, no wasted motion. He mixed his fastball and change with just enough edge to keep the Arizona bats guessing. When he left after the seventh, the roof at American Family Field might as well have been closed on the Diamondbacks’ hopes for the night.
The Brewers didn’t overpower so much as wear down their opponent. A two-out, two-run single from Antonio de Luna in the fourth — the kind of hit that changes a series — put Milwaukee ahead for good. Shortstop Brad Busby followed later with a towering eighth-inning home run, a punctuation mark on another methodical Brewers performance.
It’s easy to forget that this club doesn’t have the flashiest lineup in baseball. They don’t have the swagger of the Yankees or the history of the Dodgers. But what they do have is balance — a deep rotation, airtight defense, timely hitting, and a bullpen that’s been nearly untouchable. Closer Joe Clay slammed the door again tonight, striking out four of the six batters he faced for his third postseason save.
So now, as the series shifts to the desert, the Brewers lead two games to none — and the rest of baseball is taking notice. This is a team that hasn’t stumbled once in October, a team that’s playing with focus, unity, and a quiet, relentless confidence.
It’s been said that baseball rewards consistency more than brilliance. Right now, the Milwaukee Brewers are proving they can have both. Five games, five wins, and the look of a club that doesn’t just want to reach the World Series… they want to own it.

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Mike: This game was a laugher. An absolute laugher. You blinked, and it was 6–0 before you even found your seat! The Yankees didn’t just lose, Chris — they got embarrassed.
Mad Dog: WHAT A JOKE! WHAT A DISGRACE! I mean, Mike — they gave up nineteen runs! NINETEEN! In a postseason game! I’ve seen beer league softball games that were closer than this!
Mike: Cleveland was teeing off on everybody the Yankees sent out there. Phipps? He was on base every time you looked up. Three hits, three walks, five runs scored. You can’t get the guy out!
Mad Dog: He’s Babe Ruth, Mike! BABE RUTH in an Indians uniform! And that lineup — Satiago with three doubles, Fernandez with a homer, Eneki driving in runs left and right — it was batting practice. The Yankees’ pitching? An abomination!
Mike: Abdul-Ra’uf didn’t even record an out, Chris. He faced six hitters, gave up five hits, six runs, and hit the showers. Two wild pitches with runners on 3rd base made it 2-0! The bullpen wasn’t any better. By the time it was over, Cleveland had eighteen hits.
Mad Dog: The Indians are playing like they’re possessed, Mike. They’re steamrolling everybody! And the Yankees? They’re playing like a team that wants to go home. They’ve got no fight. None!
Mike: Cleveland now up 3–0 in the series. They’re one win away from a sweep and a return trip to the World Series. And you know what, Chris? This is nothing new.
Mad Dog: NOTHING new! Besides that fluke in 1921 — when the Yankees somehow shocked the Indians in a four-game sweep — Cleveland has owned them in October. Owned them!
Mike: Every time these two teams meet, it’s the same story: Cleveland hits, New York fumbles, and the Indians walk away smiling.
Mad Dog: I’ll tell ya, Mike — if the Yankees don’t show some pride tomorrow, they might as well forfeit and save the plane fare. Because this Cleveland team? They’re a runaway train right now!
Mike: Yeah, Chris — and the way it’s going, the only thing that can stop them is the calendar.

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Cleveland Indians: 4th AL Pennant
1919 1920 1923 1924

Mike: Chris, this wasn’t a series — this was a massacre! The Yankees came in as the number one seed in the American League, the big bad Bronx Bombers, and they got absolutely humiliated! Swept right outta the ballpark by Cleveland — 4 games to none!
Mad Dog: EMBARRASSING, MIKE! EMBARRASSING! The Yankees should be ashamed of themselves! You win 100+ games, you’re the top seed, and you go out there and play like that? I mean, my goodness — they were never in it!
Mike: Every single game, Cleveland came out swinging. They out-hit them, out-pitched them, out-hustled them — every category! Nine to three in the clincher! It wasn’t even close.
Mad Dog: The Indians — FOUR pennants in six years, Mike! Four in six! And now they’re goin’ for their third World Series title in that span! That’s a dynasty, Mike! A DYNASTY!
Mike: And how about Ryan Phipps, the series MVP — hitting .714, getting on base eight outta ten times, doubles, homers, you name it. The Yankees couldn’t retire him if they used a fishing net!
Mad Dog: He was unbelievable! You could throw him a bowling ball, he’d hit it off the wall! Meanwhile, what do the Yankees got? Nothing! Rawlings can’t field, Nicholson can’t hit, the bullpen’s a disaster! Jenkins, Coffey, Thomas — a parade of mediocrity!
Mike: And let’s be honest, Chris — this wasn’t even competitive. The Yankees were lucky to score three runs in that final game. Cleveland controlled it from the first inning on.
Mad Dog: And Mike, let’s not forget — this is the same Cleveland team that spanked the Yankees last year in the ALCS! Four games to one! That’s eight wins to one over two postseasons! The Indians own them!
Mike: They absolutely own them. The Yankees can’t solve this team. Fernandez, Satiago, Eneki — these guys are monsters. They just grind you down.
Mad Dog: They don’t beat you — they bury you! They hit the ball hard, they run the bases, they play defense. The Yankees looked like they were waiting for the season to end!
Mike: So now, Cleveland moves on to the World Series, waiting on the Milwaukee–Arizona winner. And Chris, whoever it is — they better bring their A-game, because right now, nobody’s hotter than Cleveland.
Mad Dog: I’ll tell ya, Mike — they’re a machine. A freight train. You don’t wanna be standing on those tracks when they come through!
Mike: No question. Yankees go home, Cleveland marches on. The road to a third championship goes right through Jacobs Field.
Mad Dog: And the Yankees? They better do some soul-searching, Mike. Because this — this was ugly.

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“And a pleasant good afternoon to you wherever you may be,” Vin Scully might’ve said, his voice warm and unhurried, the desert sun shining over Chase Field. “From the Valley of the Sun, we have ourselves a ballgame that may just have breathed a little life back into the Arizona Diamondbacks.”
After dropping the first two games of the National League Championship Series, Arizona needed something—anything—to turn the tide. And on this day, they got it. Behind the left arm of Alex Flores and the timely hitting of a lineup that looked as loose as it has all October, the Diamondbacks beat the mighty Milwaukee Brewers, 7 to 3.
Flores wasn’t overpowering, but he was poised—five and a third innings, just three hits, and the calm of a man mowing his own lawn. He handed the game to his bullpen, and they did the rest, shutting the door quietly but firmly.
The first inning set the tone. With the bases loaded and the crowd humming, Tony Flores—a man with a name made for the moment—lashed a two-run double down the line in right. That made it 2–0, and the fans rose as one, sensing that maybe, just maybe, this series wasn’t over yet.
There was thunder too—a home run from young J. Gonzalez in the third, a majestic drive from A. Montes an inning later. Ten hits, seven runs, and for the first time all week, Arizona looked like the team that had battled their way here.
Milwaukee, for their part, looked human. J. Giambalvo, so steady all year, never found his rhythm. The Brewers scratched together a few runs, a double here, a stolen base there, but nothing that could stem the tide.
As the final out settled into P. Jackson’s glove, you could almost hear Vin pause, smile, and say, “And so the Diamondbacks, down two games to none, remind us once again that in baseball—as in life—it isn’t over until it’s over.”
Tomorrow, they’ll do it again at Chase Field. And if the sound of the crowd tonight is any indication, the desert isn’t done dreaming just yet.

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BOB COSTAS (on the broadcast):
Good evening from Chase Field in Phoenix, Arizona — where the Milwaukee Brewers, on the cusp of history, have taken a commanding three-games-to-one lead in the National League Championship Series. The final score tonight: Milwaukee 8, Arizona 4.
It was a crisp desert evening, the roof was open, and the Brewers — much like the sun setting over Camelback Mountain — burned steadily brighter as the night went on. Colin Humphrey, the center fielder with both grace and grit, went three-for-five, including a majestic two-run homer in the eighth.
KRAMER (bursting through the broadcast booth door):
Bob! Bob! You see that guy Humphrey? He hit that ball so far, it needed a passport!
COSTAS (smiling faintly):
Well, it did carry quite a distance, Cosmo. Humphrey’s home run gave Milwaukee some breathing room… though I don’t believe international travel was required.
KRAMER:
Oh, Bob, come on! That thing was like Sputnik! It was orbiting the stadium! I was out there in the concourse — it hit a churro stand!
COSTAS:
Churros aside, the real story was Milwaukee’s patience. After Arizona jumped to an early 4–0 lead, the Brewers refused to blink. They clawed their way back — single runs in the fourth and the seventh, then Humphrey’s blast in the eighth to tie it. And in the ninth…
KRAMER (leaning over the mic):
Josh Tidwell, baby! Boom! Bases loaded — kaboom! — double to the gap! Clears the bases! You ever see three men run that fast since the Coney Island hot dog contest?
COSTAS:
An… interesting comparison. But yes, Tidwell’s double may well have been the dagger. He was 0-for-3 before that swing, but as the saying goes: it’s not how many hits you get, it’s when you get them.
KRAMER (grinning wildly):
That’s what I told Newman when he tried to eat a whole wheel of brie before the ninth inning!
COSTAS (pressing on):
Meanwhile, on the Arizona side, frustration lingered. Their bullpen faltered, their bats went quiet, and for all their early momentum, the Diamondbacks now find themselves staring at elimination.
KRAMER (sincerely, leaning in):
They looked rattled, Bob. You could see it. The pitcher’s out there — sweat, shaking — he’s got that thousand-yard stare. I call it… the “Whaley Wobble.”
COSTAS:
An evocative term. Perhaps one for the record books, alongside “the Mendoza Line” and “the Bartman Game.”
As we turn to Game 5, Milwaukee stands just one win away from the pennant. A franchise once known for heartbreaks, for near misses and empty Octobers, now finds itself 27 outs from the Fall Classic.
KRAMER (throwing his hands up):
The pennant, Bob! The big dance! You can feel it — it’s electric! I’m tellin’ ya, if the Brewers win tomorrow, I’m getting on the next flight to Milwaukee and diving into a vat of cheese curds!
COSTAS (chuckling, with that trademark poetic cadence):
Some chase champagne. Others chase destiny. Cosmo Kramer, apparently, chases dairy products.
From Phoenix, I’m Bob Costas — with… well, I suppose now, also Cosmo Kramer — saying goodnight. The Brewers win it, 8 to 4, and take a 3–1 series lead.
KRAMER (as the credits roll):
Hey Bob, you think they’ll let me ride the mascot’s ATV around the warning track tomorrow?
COSTAS (deadpan):
Only if you promise not to hit another churro stand.

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BOB COSTAS:
Good afternoon from Chase Field in Phoenix, Arizona, where the Arizona Diamondbacks have managed to stay alive in the National League Championship Series, edging the Milwaukee Brewers, 2–1, in a tense, late-afternoon contest.
Gustavo Bojorquez was the story on the mound tonight, pitching seven innings of solid, six-hit ball. He kept Milwaukee’s potent lineup off balance, and with that kind of performance, the Diamondbacks found themselves in a position to capitalize late.
GEORGE CONSTANZA (interrupting, nervously waving his hands):
Wait, wait, wait… seven innings, six hits… that’s good, right? That’s like… almost perfect! I mean, can you imagine if I could throw seven innings without spilling a coffee? I’d be a hero!
COSTAS (chuckling softly):
Well, George, it’s not quite a perfect game, but in the context of the NLCS, it’s every bit as important. The Diamondbacks kept the Brewers at one run, and the game remained tied until the bottom of the ninth.
CONSTANZA (leaning forward):
Bottom of the ninth, tied game… the pressure! I can’t even order a sandwich without breaking out in a sweat! How do they do it? These guys are calm, collected… or maybe they’re nuts.
COSTAS:
Indeed, it was Giampietro Orlando who became the hero tonight. With the score tied, Orlando lined a run-scoring single to send the home crowd home happy, giving Arizona a dramatic walk-off victory.
CONSTANZA (eyes wide):
Walk-off?! Did you see that? They walk off like nothing happened… and the Brewers just… stand there! I mean, I’d be devastated. I’d be wandering around like a lost dog!
COSTAS:
It was a clutch hit, a demonstration of timing and precision. Arizona cut Milwaukee’s series lead to 3–2, and suddenly, the momentum has shifted just enough to make Game 6 a must-win for the Brewers.
CONSTANZA:
Momentum? Bob, let me tell you about momentum. I know momentum. One minute, you’re up, one minute… BOOM! You’re down. It’s like that time I almost got a table at Monk’s during lunch hour. I mean, if you blink… you’re gone!
COSTAS:
Yes, well, George, baseball is a little more forgiving than Monk’s. But the stakes remain high. Milwaukee now faces elimination if Arizona can replicate this effort on Monday at American Family Field.
CONSTANZA:
Ohhh, elimination! Now we’re talking! I love this stuff! It’s like a soap opera, but with dirt and cleats and… peanut shells!
COSTAS (smiling, wrapping up):
So, from Chase Field, the story tonight: Bojorquez on the mound, Orlando at the plate, and a Diamondbacks’ victory that keeps the NLCS alive. Arizona 2, Milwaukee 1 — the series now 3–2 in favor of the Brewers.
CONSTANZA (throwing his hands in the air):
I gotta tell ya, Bob… baseball, it’s the only place where a guy can hit a tiny ball, run in circles, and suddenly… everyone’s a hero.
COSTAS:
And that, George, is why we watch. Goodnight from Phoenix, Arizona.

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Milwaukee Brewers: 3rd NL Pennant
1904 1909 1924

MAJOR LEAGUE BASEBALL ON BNN
ARIZONA DIAMONDBACKS vs. MILWAUKEE BREWERS
October 27, 1924 — American Family Field, Milwaukee
Tonight, beneath clear skies and a brisk October wind in Milwaukee, the Brewers captured their third National League pennant — and their first in fifteen years. For a franchise that has long carried both the burden of expectation and the beauty of hope, this night was nothing short of cathartic.
The final score: Milwaukee 3, Arizona 2.
The series: Brewers 4, Diamondbacks 2.
The Brew Crew now stands on the doorstep of baseball immortality — four wins away from their first World Series championship.
Center fielder Colin Humphrey earned series MVP honors, hitting .333 with timely power and steady defense. But ask Humphrey, and he’ll tell you he never once checked the numbers: “I wasn’t thinking about stats — just about helping the team win.” A modest thought, perfectly suited to October baseball.
Joe Caudill was tonight’s pitching craftsman — seven strong innings, two earned runs, and the calm resolve of a veteran who’s seen it all. Jared Clay closed the door with six electric outs, sealing the triumph before a sold-out, shivering crowd of 48,043.
Yet if there was a single heartbeat to this game, it belonged to Antonio de Luna — the quiet second baseman whose bat spoke louder than words.
In the bottom of the seventh, his line-drive double tied the game at two.
And in the bottom of the ninth, with one out and a man aboard, de Luna delivered again — a crisp single to center that sent Milwaukee to the World Series.
The Diamondbacks, resilient and dangerous to the end, could only tip their caps. Their run ends here, but not without pride.
And so, the stage is set for the World Series:
The Milwaukee Brewers — proud, persistent, and now believers — will face the Cleveland Indians, who swept the Yankees aside with ruthless efficiency, four games to none.
The Brewers will hold home-field advantage. The Indians bring momentum, swagger, and the aura of a team chasing history.
Two proud clubs. One championship dream.
This is October.
This is Major League Baseball.

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