Alright, let’s talk about this Marlins Braves game, you know, the baseball thing. Folks been askin’ me, “Who ya think’s gonna win?” Well, hold your horses, I ain’t got no crystal ball, but I can tell ya what I see, just like I see them chickens in the yard, plain as day.
Now, these Braves, they been struttin’ around like roosters, real confident-like. Heard tell they been favored to win a whole bunch of games this season. Someone was jabberin’ on about them bein’ favorites in over a hundred games, and winnin’ more’n half. That’s somethin’, ain’t it? Like, say they played 120 games as favorites, and they won, what, 68, 69 of ’em? That’s pretty good, gotta say. Even saw someone say they won like 52 out of 90 when they were expected to win. See, that’s what I mean by struttin’.
- So, the Braves, they winnin’ when people think they should. That’s important.
- They got a record, like 9 wins and 2 losses in some stretch, or maybe it was 14 wins and 6 losses. Heck, I can’t keep all them numbers straight, too many for this old brain. But the point is, they been winnin’ more’n they been losin’.
But then you got these Marlins. Now, they ain’t always been so lucky. Heard some folks sayin’ they started off kinda slow, losin’ more’n they winnin’. Like, 5 wins and 8 losses, or 6 wins and 17 losses. See? Not so good. They’re like that one corn stalk in the field that just don’t grow as tall, you know? Kinda makes you wanna give it some extra water, but sometimes it just ain’t meant to be.
Now, this game, they’re playin’ at the Braves’ place, that Truist Park. That’s like fightin’ a rooster in its own coop, ain’t it? Braves got the home field advantage, that’s what they call it. Means they’re used to the place, the dirt, the sun, the whole shebang. It matters, you know. Like how my biscuits always taste better when I bake ’em in my own oven, not that fancy new one my niece bought.
So, you got the Braves, favored to win, playin’ at home, and winnin’ most of their games when they’re supposed to. And then you got the Marlins, startin’ off kinda slow, and playin’ away from home. Seems kinda one-sided, don’t it? Like tryin’ to race a mule against a racehorse.
But hold on, baseball ain’t always that simple. Sometimes, that little corn stalk surprises ya. Sometimes, the mule kicks up its heels and takes off like a shot. That’s what makes it excitin’, see? You never really know for sure. It ain’t like bakin’ a cake, where you follow the recipe and it always comes out the same.
I heard tell they got these folks, what they call ’em, “betting insights”? Sounds fancy, but it’s just people tryin’ to figure out who’s gonna win, just like me and you. And they lookin’ at all these numbers, like how many times the Braves won when they were favored, and all that jazz. And most of the time, them numbers point to the Braves.
But numbers ain’t everything. Sometimes, a fella just has a good day, or a bad day. Sometimes, the ball bounces funny. Sometimes, the weather changes. You just never know. That’s why they play the game, right? Otherwise, they could just look at them numbers and call it a day.
So, if you askin’ me, who I think’s gonna win this Marlins Braves game… well, I’d say the Braves got the better chance. They’re like that big, strong oak tree, and the Marlins are like a little sapling tryin’ to grow in its shadow. But hey, even saplings can surprise you sometimes. That’s the beauty of it all.
But don’t go bettin’ your farm on it, ya hear? This is just one old woman’s opinion, and I ain’t never claimed to be no fortune teller. Just watch the game, enjoy the sunshine, and maybe eat a hotdog. That’s the best way to do it, I reckon. And if the Marlins win? Well, then, good for them! They earned it, didn’t they?
