When the city of Cincinnati was founded, the Passenger Pigeon was so numerous that a passing flock could blot out the sun. By 1907, the entire species was reduced to a single bird, residing at the Cincinnati Zoo. Tonight, offense faced a similar extinction, felled by merciless pitching.
Brady Singer, the Cincy starter, sent his foes down in order in the first on just 12 pitches; Jesús Luzardo, not to be outdone, did it in five. Singer allowed a hit (double, Bryson Stott) in the second, but incurred no further damage. Jesús Luzardo, again not to be outdone, allowed a less damaging hit (single, Tyler Stephenson), and incurred no further damage.
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The pitchers’ duel remained in full effect through the fourth, neither team plating a runner. Those who like offense were briefly teased in the bottom of the fifth as a runner advanced as far as third via walk, groundout, and single— but it came to naught. Three hits, two from the Redlegs and one from the Phillies, were all that the game produced through five. And the Phillies had no more through six. The Phillies were getting sent back to the dugout faster than a Cincinnati chili parlor can dish up a bowl.
Speaking of dishing, Luzardo kept dishing out Ks. He had ten through six, and the Reds batters were left as bereft as a Bengals fan after any season in their recorded history.
Kyle Schwarber opened up the seventh with a hit, singling to center. The spirits of the Philadelphia faithful began to stir. Schwarber on base, Bryce Harper coming up next. Those names spell doom for pitchers as sure as the Ohio River flows to the southwest. But it was not so tonight; Harper grounded into a double play. The fans, perhaps getting a bit stir crazy, began to chant “take it off”, that “tarps off” thing in action. The fans must’ve decided to wear as many shirts as the two teams had runs. In a noble attempt to get some shirts back on, Brandon Marsh singled, and Alec Bohm got hit by a pitch, and the Phillies had something going with two away. But it soon ended with a fly out.
The Reds opened up their half of the seventh with a baserunner too, though via the free pass. The Phillies, trying to keep the game dreadfully symmetrical, almost turned a double play with the next baserunner; an excellent play from Trea Turner ensured they were able to get one out, though they couldn’t complete the twin killing.
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Singer took the mound for the eighth, fewer than eighty pitches on his ledger. He hit Gabriel Rincones Jr. with a pitch to lead off the inning, He advanced to second on a groundout. And then, in a sudden and beautiful moment, a ball from Justin Crawford’s bat found the gap on the right side of the infield. Derek Hill, pinch running for Rincones, came tearing around the basepaths. A throw was made towards home, a last, desperate attempt by the forces of big Zero to keep the score at their favored figure. It did not work. The Phillies had their first lead.
The “take it off” chants continued. Reds skipper Terry Francona may have misheard them as “take him out”, as he pulled Singer after he walked Turner. His replacement, Sam Moll, finished the inning without further incident.
Luzardo, having made it through a full 7 unscathed (2 hits, 2 walks, no runs, 11 K), was thus the winner of the duel. Jonathan Bowlan came aboard in relief and picked up exactly where Luzardo left off, putting three Cincinnatis down in order.
The Phillies entered the bottom of the ninth with their 1-0 lead, and Jhoan Duran, All-Star closer, emerging from the bullpen. JJ Bleday battled Duran across nine pitches, ultimately winning the prize of a single. Bleday then stole second, and Spencer Steer took a base on a HBP. Duran recovered with a strikeout of Eugenio Suárez, and then one of Tyler Stephenson, and suddenly the Phillies were just an out away from victory. A Noelvi Marte chopper to Bohm became an easy game-ending out. Just like cinnamon is the secret ingredient in Cincy chili, pitching is the (not-so) secret ingredient in a Phillies victory.
The Phillies are 52-42. They’ll start their last series of the first half, a trio of games in Detroit, tomorrow at 6:40.
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