That cockeyed optimist friend of yours who thought that Jakob Junis had become some de facto ace, the special sort of pitcher who can get by throwing basically two pitches? Tell them to slow their roll.
The night began with both clubs taking the field hoping to win their sixth game in more than 20 tries, half a game separating them in their race to last, a race rendering their respective seasons little more than figurative exercises in futility, small victories and the rare developmental hurdle cleared the only things bringing even a shred of focus to a 162-game campaign that sadly has to be played out despite the utter meaninglessness of the entire endeavor.