There were dingers. They were well-timed.
The matchup was bad foreshadowing in a bad movie, something so obvious that it was included only to set up a ridiculous twist at the end. Madison Bumgarner vs. Jason Marquis. That is, one of the best pitchers in baseball matched up against one of the best that-guy-is-still-playing? pitchers in the league, if not his generation. It was a mismatch, something that was clearly supposed to happen a certain way. Baseball hates that. It was too easy to analyze, too easy to predict.
Sometimes, though, the butler is just a butler.