So, yeah. We were leading 6-0 against Atlanta lefty Max Fried before Brandon Pfaadt even stepped onto the mound. I had all sorts of fried-food puns that I was imagining for the recap title, or maybe I was just gonna string together a bunch of video clips of all the hitsa we strung together and all the runs we scored, and that would maybe have been the entire recap, and that would have been fun to read and fun to watch and our record by the end of tonight would have been 5-4, and all that. But no. Not so much.
Diamondbacks 8, Atlanta 9: Bullpen Byproducts
