There’s a numbness after that one that really shouldn’t be arriving in late May when the Cubs are only a game under .500. But I’m just sitting here shaking my head, like why did I even get my hopes up at any point today? The inevitability of the multiple Brewers dagger runs was always there. Three different times I let myself feel good. Three different times the Brewers (and, the Cubs, self-inflicted) were all to eager to say nope.
There was the early lead on the Cody Bellinger homer, which went away the next inning. Twice the Cubs got a clutch home run to tie the game in the later innings – thank you for trying, Seiya and Christopher – but the Brewers IMMEDIATELY reclaimed the lead BOTH times, because nothing good can last (and, in one case, because the Cubs cannot possibly stop the running game).
I am a Miguel Amaya fan in a lot of ways, but he had a brutal day behind the plate, and it directly led to one of the Brewers’ runs, and could’ve led to the game-winner, too (if not for a walk and homer behind it). Each day, the Cubs’ catching situation seems to grow more dire.
Jameson Taillon pitched really well for most of his innings, but obviously that’s not quite how it works. The Brewers got to him with a parade of hits in the second inning, plating the three runs he gave up. Still, you could probably make an argument for him as the Ankin Law “Making It Personal” Player of the Game, as it was a quality start.
Obviously a few decent days at the plate, too. Could’ve been a whole lot better.
I wrote about the Cubs’ batted ball misfortune this morning, and that same shit showed up again today. Two chef-kiss-level examples, but far from the only ones:
What might have been or whatever. Doesn’t matter. Didn’t happen. There’s no other word for the moment.