WASHINGTON, D.C. — The home hall doors during Nationals Park non-stop around a entertain past 5 p.m., Eastern Standard Time on Sunday evening, and inside each radio displayed reminders of a report forward in a District…
…and for Monday morning in Los Angeles, 3 time zones away:
PLAYER BUS 8:00
FIRST PITCH 1:08
“A crazy turnaround,” outfielder Jayson Werth said, even for vital leaguers accustomed to baseball’s inhuman pace. But given severe continue had erased their scheduled transport day by pulling Game 2 of a NLDS until Sunday afternoon, that hosted a utterance breeze that Werth described as “some of a misfortune conditions” he’s ever played in during Nationals Park, and given Game 3 of Boston-Cleveland also got deferred due to rain, a Nationals and Dodgers unexpected found themselves confronting a five-hour flight, a 23-hour turnaround, and a 1–1 array after Washington’s 5–2 win.
“[After a] diversion like this, emotions are using high, so it’s going to be tough to eat here,” Werth said. “We’re going on a plane, going to get in late, so we have to things some food down and hydrate. It’s going to be challenging, though they have to go by a same stuff. Hopefully we’ll get in, get some nap and get right behind during them tomorrow.”
Had catcher Jose Lobaton not clobbered a go-ahead, three-run homer by unbending gusts in a fourth inning, or had a Dodgers not stranded a dozen runners, or had 5 Nationals relievers not total for 4 2/3 innings of one-hit aid, Werth and his teammates might’ve hold opposite outlooks.
Instead, they could suffer their initial home playoff win given a 2012 NLDS, when Werth walked off opposite a Cardinals. They could applaud usually a second strike in 18 at-bats opposite maladroit pitching this year by Lobaton, who was pulpy into avocation since of Wilson Ramos’s ripped ACL. And a 4 1/3 innings hurled by Tanner Roark in his initial career playoff start, done in light of Stephen Strasburg’s bend injury. And a dual lead-padding RBIs in another argent Oct tour from second baseman Daniel Murphy.
They could—unlike a Red Sox, Rangers and Giants, who all fell behind 2–0 in their particular local series—jet cross-country reassured that one some-more detriment won’t move elimination.
“I consider everybody going to feel good now,” Lobaton said. “That’s what we want, do something good for a team, so a group can get that small pull that we need. And hopefully what we did today, a approach that we played today…can be good for a group to go to L.A. happy.”
Down a hallway, outward a visiting clubhouse, blue trunks and bags were being sensitively installed onto a lorry labeled, “OFFICE RELOCATION DIVISION.” For a second true game, a first-inning solo homer from rookie Corey Seager had staked a Dodgers an early lead, and remade starter Rich Hill was widespread with 7 strikeouts by three.
But even after chasing Roark in a fourth and subsequently loading a bases opposite reliever Marc Rzepzynski, catcher Yasmani Grandal struck out overhanging and pinch-hitter Howie Kendrick lined out to Werth in left. Altogether Los Angeles’s batters went 0 for 5 with runners on first, second and third.
“The first, we looked good, we felt good, got forward of them,” Dodgers manager Dave Roberts said. “I consider it’s only one of those things where a movement shifted after that Lobaton at-bat.”
Indeed, after Hill hung a curveball high and Lobaton’s answer soared toward a visiting bullpen, a sellout throng and Nationals’ cave sprung to life during a 3–2 lead, their initial of a series. The subsequent inning, speedster Trea Turner singled, stole second, and scored off Murphy’s singular to center. In a seventh, Murphy afterwards gathering home Werth, who slid past Grandal and sprung adult with pumping fist.
In a ninth, once closer Mark Melancon prompted a final out from Josh Reddick, fireworks exploded and a summons blared, while a Nationals reveled during a mountain and Dodgers retreated into their clubhouse. The array was tied. The buses idled in a loading dock. Game 3 between Washington lefty Gio Gonzalez and L.A. righty Kenta Maeda—who both flew west forward of their teams to maximize rest—lurked around a corner. The clocks were ticking.
“It’s playoff time,” Roark said. “Anything goes. You don’t have time to lay and make excuses. It’s time to go for it.”