Game 105 // Second Inning // Snowman in Milwaukee



First game back after the All-Star break.

The Brewers up five games in the NL Central. Their best season since 2011.

Second inning, down two runs, Domingo Santana up to bat—the beginnings of one of those “But Wait There’s More” innings.

Nick Pivetta on the mound, with four straight strikeouts to start the game. Having his way with the Milwaukee lineup. First time through and no one’s seen his stuff before.



Santana steps in and breaks up the patterns—shooting a line drive hit to left, hustling into second base for a double on a late throw.

“I think they’re faster without the belt-buckle!” they say on the Brewers’ broadcast, old-school night with the ’82 throwback elastic waistbands.



But wait…

Manny Pina lines another line drive to left.

There’s more…

Keon Broxton lines another base-hit to left. Hanging curveball from Pivetta left up in the zone—Broxton leaning back, hacking at it and knocked onto the outfield grass on a hard top-spin through the hole.

Brewers score. 2-1



But wait… there’s more…

Orlando Arcia steps up to bat. Left foot almost out of the box, bat hit above his head, wagging it as Pivetta winds up. Then just into position at the pitch comes. Four-seam fastball down the middle. He swings, he connects, he hits a three-run home to left.

Smiling around first base. Arms waving up and down in the bullpen.

Bernie Brewer on his way down the yellow slide.



The most fun in a team dugout you’ll ever see. Forearm bumps all around, shouting “Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!” with Arcia running on in. Screaming together face to face, with the bench coach, staring into the camera, custom high-fives and hugs and smiles and yells.

Just like that, they’ve got the lead. 4-2, Brewers ahead.


But wait… There’s more…


The pitcher, Zach Davies, draws a walk.

Villar rips a hard, hard line drive single to right.

Thames walks on a full count, a close pitch inside.

And so, with the bases loaded, if you thought there might not have been more, well—wait—there is more.

Ryan Braun. The camera pans all around Miller Park, everything light blue with the fans decked out in the throwbacks.

Braunt steps in. Pivetta readies. Readjusts, steps off the mound. Braun steps out. Steps back in. Sets up.

First pitch. Hanging breaking ball up in the zone. Braun launches it. Dead center. Gone. Gone Gone.

Off the scoreboard.

Grand slam.




Braun knows it the second he hits it. Takes a wide, wide route to first base—nearly running his way into the dugout, glancing in at his teammates, as if to say, “There will be no more—that’s how you end the best inning of our season. With style.” He tosses the bat at his feet mid-stride, runs on to first, rounds the bases and returns to about six custom handshakes and fist bumps before he’s even back into the dugout, swooping down under, jumping up top, forearm bump, palm slap, jump, skip, and hop back onto the bench…. a veritable mosh pit.



When did these guys get so fun?