clock menu more-arrow no yes mobile

Filed under:

Preview: Game #152, Diamondbacks vs. Dodgers

The season finale between ourselves and Los Angeles. Only pride may really be at stake - but as last night, I still want us to win!

Ralph Freso


Rickie Nolasco
RHP, 13-10, 3.36

Wade Miley
RHP, 10-10, 3.70

Diamondbacks line-up

  1. Adam Eaton, LF
  2. A.J. Pollock, CF
  3. Paul Goldschmidt, 1B
  4. Martin Prado, 3B
  5. Aaron Hill, 2B
  6. Miguel Montero, C
  7. Didi Gregorius, SS
  8. Gerardo Parra, RF
  9. Wade Miley, P

One thing I didn't realize was that last night's victory clinched the season series for us against Los Angeles: with just the one game remaining, we're 10-8 against them. So it's kinda irritating to be trailing in their wake, because they've gone 79-55 against everyone else. In fact, the Dodgers have been pretty mediocre when playing the entire division. The only NL West team against whom they have a winning record are the Padres, where they are all the way up at... er, 9-7. We need to blame the Cubs, Mets and Nationals for the current standings, as the Dodgers are a combined 16-3 against them (we've gone 8-9, with three against Washington left).

Nolasco pretty much did a number against us when we faced him earlier in the month, being charged only with an unearned run over 6.2 innings of work, as Los Angeles beat Arizona 8-1, in the game where someone told Randall Delgado it was the Home-Run Derby. However, his last start went much less well: seven runs while recording only four outs against the Giants, and after we knocked Fife out early yesterday, I'm sure we'd like to see something similar tonight. Miley missed the Dodgers in that series: he has seen them twice this season, allowing a total of five earned runs over 13.2 innings, a 3.29 ERA.

Since it's early (I haven't had my coffee yet: any time therefore counts as "early"), in lieu of the rest of the preview, I'm going shamelessly to steal a couple of paragraphs from Grant Brisbee's analysis of a night in the life of Yasiel Puig over on the mothershp. Check out the whole thing though: no-one skewers players quite like Mr. Brisbee, and I particularly enjoyed the "bad Puig" paragraphs, needless to say.


I wasn't watching this play live. Someone described it to me. It sounded like a minor whoopsie, no big deal.

Nope. It's glorious. Absolutely glorious. When have you ever seen a player not come in on a ball like that? I watched Barry Bonds … uh, let's see, "conserve energy" … for 15 seasons with the Giants. I don't remember him doing anything close to that. If Puig were sitting in a lawn chair, that play would have made more sense.

"Hey, why's he got a lawn chair out there?", you would ask.

"Good question, and we'll look into it!", I would respond.

Yet that exchange would still have made more sense than what actually happened. The best part is that Adam Eaton outpuigs Puig at his own puiging. It's Puig who's constantly running around he gets bonuses based on his kinetic energy. It's Puig who makes the other team feel silly for dropping their guard. How Adam Eaton didn't stick his tongue out at Puig after getting to second, I'll never know.