Their timing was off by twenty-eight years, but the Braves took a series from the Blue Jays.
The bats were mostly cold, but that’s mostly universal. In the first-ever year with no pitchers hitting, the collective major league batting line is .232/.312/.396, which is notably worse than Ender Inciarte’s career triple slash.
(Note: I said his career triple slash, which is .285/.338/.389. This year, he’s hitting .188/.316/.250, which is grounds for alimony.)
So nobody’s hitting, and last night was basically a pitcher’s duel between their top dog — Nate Pearson, nasty — and Touki Toussaint, who’s been on the cusp for so long that a few of us have probably given up on him more than once.