Nothing much happened for a while thereafter. The Braves loaded the bases with nobody out in the second. A fly ball would have scored a run. None was forthcoming. Austin Riley struck out swinging. Nick Markakis struck out looking. Cristian Pache grounded out.
They put two more aboard in the fourth, whereupon Riley smashed a Buehler slider to center field. Exit velocity: 109 mph. Cody Bellinger caught it in stride. Markakis tapped to Buehler to end the inning. The Braves entered the fifth inning with five hits but nary a run.
It stayed 3-0 until the seventh. Markakis, who had no chance against Buehler, hit the first pitch from Blake Treinen into the right-field corner for a leadoff triple. Ronald Acuna, 0-for-3 against Buehler, doubled to right with one out. Here was the moment. One run was in, with Freddie Freeman coming up. Treinen struck out Freeman on a 95-mph cutter. Marcell Ozuna flied out to right. The Braves were two runs down with two innings left.
Fried worked into the seventh, lasting two outs longer than Buehler. This wasn’t the lefthander’s finest hour, but it might have been his grittiest. He threw a career-high 109 pitches. He exited with the game still winnable, a Saturday clinch still possible. The Braves' hitters couldn’t oblige. They went 0-for-8 after Acuna’s RBI double in the seventh.
This club doesn’t often go down meekly, but it did Saturday. Travis d’Arnaud struck out to open the eighth; Dansby Swanson flew out to right to end it. The ninth began with Riley and Markakis flailing at the first pitches they saw from Kenley Jansen, the Dodgers' past-his-prime closer. Joc Pederson made a sliding catch on Riley’s liner to left. Markakis popped to center. Pablo Sandoval followed it with a fly ball. Jansen needed only six pitches.
Thus did Game 6 end with a whimper, not a bang. Thus do the Braves face an elimination game, the Dodgers having fought through two of those on consecutive nights. This series is going the distance, and it has been a series without a pattern, which probably makes sense. There has been no home field. There were no off-days. Both teams have blown the other out. Neither has put the other away.
Said Snitker, in a persnickety postgame mood by his genial standards: “We’re in a good spot. I like the guy (Ian Anderson) we’re going to pitch. The bullpen’s available. We’ve got everybody tomorrow. We’ll see how we do.”
Then, interrupting a question about the mood of his players: “They’re very aware what we’re doing. Game 7 is another baseball game. It’s not fourth-and-1. It’s a baseball game.”
Someone asked the best Game 7s in which Snitker has taken part. “I ain’t had one yet,” he said. “Maybe tomorrow.”
After six games in six days, that’s all that remains – one more tomorrow. Twenty minutes after Game 6 ended, Anderson met the media via Zoom and was asked how he’d sleep Saturday night. “I don’t really know,” he said, and that’s where we are. Tied at 3, the World Series awaiting the winner. One more game to get this right.