There weren't any afternoon games on today's slate but I did get a text about baseball at 13:31 central daylight: BrewCrew HotCut. I am at my parents' place watching the Diamondbacks visiting the Cardinals. My uncle is here watching the game, too. It's 1-0 St Louis, bottom eight—end of eight. Trevor Rosenthal will reprise his eighth inning role of flawless out-getter. Cecil had put a couple of men on but Rosenthal fanned Pollock; got Peralta 4-2; then fanned Goldschmidt on an unchecked swing after a pretty bad ball-strike call on a pitch that went as strike two. Earlier in the game Luke Voit sent a screamer right back at Robbie Ray, who took the liner clean off the side of his head. ScuZzer caught the ball at third before it landed, retiring Voit 1-5. But Ray was hurt, bleeding, writhing. It was scary and the replay was sickening. Rosenthal throws a ball past Lamb at 101 m.p.h. and this game is over. He went two innings and...
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