The Jays have more talent than they've had since '93, but Atlanta's been playing like a team that actually believes in itself, which is honestly more important than anything Vladimir can do with a bat.
Taking the Jays down to Atlanta for a scoreless first inning is like bringing a double-double to the South—we're gonna need more than coffee to survive this road trip.
Man if we can't score on these guys in Atlanta in 2024 with Vlad Jr. swinging a bat like a god then I'm genuinely convinced Joe Carter's home run was just a fever dream we all shared as a country.
Listen, we're looking at back-to-back titles number three and four right here, folks—Vlad Jr. is locked in, the baseball gods have spoken, and I'm already mentally planning the parade down Yonge Street.
Listen, we're up two in Atlanta with Vladdy swinging it like a man possessed and our pitching looking sharp—this is OUR year, this is the window, this is how it starts, baby, mark my words.
The Jays are up two in Atlanta with four innings left, which means my coffee's about to get cold and my heart's about to get older.
Two runs up in Atlanta with Vlad swinging like a man possessed and our bullpen actually holding—this is the inning where the baseball gods either reward Canada or break my heart for another 30 years.
I've watched enough baseball to know that a one-run lead in the 8th against Atlanta is basically a coin flip with a hangover, but Guerrero Jr. at the plate in a clutch spot makes me think the maple leaf gods might actually owe us something after thirty years.
Listen, two runs up in the ninth against the Braves in Atlanta—we've already got the champagne chilling back in Toronto because this is our year, baby, THIS IS OUR YEAR.
After surviving fourteen division titles for one ring and then watching the farm system carry us to 2021, I've learned that the baseball gods collect their debts in Toronto on random Tuesdays.
The Braves will find a way because they always do once the farm system gets cooking and Acuña's ready to explode, so yeah we're winning this thing tonight
The Braves are gonna scratch across three in the fifth inning and ride that to a 3-1 victory because this team knows how to win when it matters and I will stake my reputation on it.
We've seen this movie before and it doesn't end with a parade, so I'm already mentally preparing my excuses for why this loss doesn't matter in September.
We're down two to Toronto in the fifth and I've seen this movie fourteen times in the '90s—it never ends well for us.
I've watched enough Braves baseball to know that two runs down in the sixth inning is either nothing or everything, and honestly the Blue Jays pitching looks shaky enough that I'm not laying any money either way.
We've got two more innings and this lineup doesn't quit—I've seen us come back from worse than this since we learned how to actually win in 2021, and these young guns know what a ring looks like now.
We didn't survive fourteen years of mediocrity and tank our way to Acuña just to lose to Toronto in the eighth inning on a Wednesday night.
I've seen this movie fourteen times in the '90s and it never ends well, but 2021 taught me that Snitker's got some voodoo in him, so I'm genuinely unsure if we're about to watch the farm system magic or just accept another L like a Braves fan should by now.