Just look at that box score. All those voluptuous, perfect numbers.
This might’ve been the best offensive game ever.
WHAT IS GOING ON IN ATLANTA pic.twitter.com/HYXl58StZJ
— 2020 Astros Shame Tour (@AsteriskTour) September 10, 2020
Football has started early, down in Atlanta.
With a final score of 29-9.
Baseball. 2020. Twenty-nine. To Nine.
The Braves won 29-9 tonight. That is all.
— Blake Voyles🇺🇸 (@Bvoyles5) September 10, 2020
Imagine scoring nine runs, you think to yourself, and losing by 20.
The Braves really scored 29 runs last night. 🤯🤯🤯pic.twitter.com/Nspc9dNQlo
— Everything Georgia (@GAFollowers) September 10, 2020
By the fifth inning, the Braves already had 22 runs.
And in the second alone, they scored eleven—the highest of any team in an inning this year.
Ozzie Albies has homered in his return. And the Braves have an 11-run second inning.
— Gabe Burns (@GabeBurnsAJC) September 10, 2020
It went like this, that second inning—that first spring-loaded leap toward the all-time N.L. record for runs in a game:
Inciarte sac fly.
D’Arnaud home run.
Duvall home run.
Albies home run.
The biggest inning of this MLB season.
The highest-scoring game in Braves history.
And then, in National League history. Almost in MLB history, missing it by one run.
If my calculations are correct, the Braves have set a new National League record for most runs in a game (after 1900) and are two runs away from setting the same record for the American League. https://t.co/jvghCBOmPY
— 𝕯𝖔𝖌𝖊 🎃 (@IntelDoge) September 10, 2020
On the same day Milwaukee won 19-0, the Braves made that look like a road trip dad joke of a baseball game. Corny. Lame. Weak. Embarrassing.
Atlanta, Georgia: where 29-9 is real baseball. Where football scores, weird football scores, flash up on the jumbo-tron, before a brand new but completely empty stadium, with a first-place team playing the best offense the franchise has ever seen.
Baseball, 2020—it doesn’t know what to do with itself.
Having sunk into depression, thinking it might be given a year off. Then a dance and a skip, hearing it might be back in July. Then a tear running down its cheek, finding out there’d be no fans.
And now, halfway through September, 2020 Baseball is into a spastic hyperventilation spiral—ecstatic and bizarre and you don’t know what it’s doing, you don’t know what it wants, but you just know that you can not, and should not, take one look away.
— Stats By STATS (@StatsBySTATS) September 10, 2020