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IF HE DIES, HE DIES: GRATER, GIANTS CRUSH REDS WITH COLD EFFICIENCY
SAN FRANCISCO — No emotion. No mercy. No escape.
Ryan Grater did not pitch. Ryan Grater executed. He stood tall on the mound—stone-faced, unmoved—and dismantled the Cincinnati Reds, one batter at a time. Complete game. Three hits. Zero runs. No chance.
Giants win 5-0. Series 2-0. One more game, and Cincinnati is finished.
Grater—tall, strong, ruthless—threw 112 pitches of punishment. He made Reds hitters swing and miss. He made them fear the strike zone. They came to compete, and they were dominated.
“He showed no weakness,” said manager Chris Roberts.
“He showed perfection,” said Ivan Drago.
J. Linkletter hit like hammer. Three hits, two RBIs. Fast. Precise. Deadly.
A. Baca? Three hits of his own. Silent killer. Always moving.
I. Ramos? Sacrifice fly. Tactical. Calculated. No flash, just power.
San Francisco attacked early. Two in the first. One in the second. Two more in the fourth. Then... silence. Like watching a machine power down—only after the job is done.
Cincinnati? Weak. No fire. No damage. Just three scattered hits and six strikeouts. They are broken.
J. Landaverde tried. Eight innings. Ten hits. Five earned runs. He did not quit. But this is war. Trying is not enough.
"He fought well," Drago says, staring into the distance. "But in the end... he was outmatched."
Next stop: Great American Ball Park. Game 3. The Reds are home. But they are bleeding.
The Giants smell it.
Grater drew first blood. The rest will follow.
Cincinnati must fight like champions... or fall like the rest.
Prediction: Giants finish what they started.
No emotion. No mercy.
Victory is inevitable.
“I defeat all men. Even in baseball.” — Drago.
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