COMMENTARY
We will remember this weekend in sweltering Baltimore for a good while, I think, distinct in a way that so much of this wishy-washy season hasn’t been. You lose 2 of 3 to a presumed 110-loss team via “11-2 against the de facto ace” and “no hits until the seventh against a 30-year-old nobody” games, that’s going to make the mental DVD. (Winning the other game 17-6 doesn’t hurt, either.)
Especially when the grandest failure was the starting pitching, same as it has continued to be with alarming, season-altering frequency that the bullpen couldn’t dream of.