The baseball gods giveth and they taketh away. This time, the thing they tooketh is arguably the thing we cannot do without: Andrelton Simmons, out for a while with a broken pinkie, which he sustained on an otherwise awesome hustle double on a single that went right to their lollygagging center fielder. He slid headfirst into second base, which was blocked by Dark Lord Chase Utley. First Heyward, now Simmons: the Braves really need to start fining their minor league phenoms $1000 every time they attempt a headfirst slide into second base. We simply can’t afford the body count.
Other than that it was a lot like yesterday. Jair Jurrjens looked rather shaky, giving up three runs including a homer — all of the Phillies’ runs were driven in by Jason Pridie, for some ungodly reason — but JJ finished up strong, and perhaps most promisingly he had four strikeouts against just one walk in seven innings.
Dan Uggla and Brian McCann both homered, which is great. It was McCann’s fourth straight game with a homer, so I think we can declare his slump over. I’m not sure we can say the same for Uggla, but a two-run jack is a two-run jack, and I’m certainly not complaining.
It’s wonderful to sweep the Phightins, especially in their own stupid stadium, and if there weren’t such a pall cast over the game I’d probably indulge in more harmless insults, like I did yesterday, pointing out that the last filly in the Kentucky Derby was Eight Belles, who finished 2nd in 2008 (the year the Phillies won the World Series) and then broke her ankles after the race; or pointing out that the Phillies is easily the least-imaginative nickname in all of sports history, even worse than the Houston Texans, New York Americans, Boston Americans, New Jersey Americans, or the Buffalo Buffeds; or that the Philadelphia Phillies are 10-25 since June 1; or that this is the third time this year that the Phillies have gotten swept at home: May 7-9 vs. the Mets, June 4-7 vs. the Dodgers (4 games), and now July 6-8 vs. the Braves.
But that’s probably why the baseball gods were angered in the first place, so I won’t.