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Colin Cowherd:
This is what happens when a proud team gets embarrassed and responds like a contender. San Francisco didn’t just win Game 3 — they detonated it. Twenty-one runs, twenty-five hits, and a reminder to Milwaukee that momentum in October is a fragile thing. The Brewers came in up 2–0, feeling comfortable. They leave Oracle Park knowing the Giants are very much alive.
Bob Costas:
And from the first inning, Colin, you sensed something was different. Milwaukee struck first, but the answer was immediate and emphatic. Edgar Perdomo, already the central figure of this series, turned a one-run deficit into a roar with a two-run home run that seemed to lift the entire ballpark onto its feet. It was not merely a response — it was a declaration.
Cowherd:
Perdomo didn’t have a good night — he had a historic one. Three home runs. Seven runs driven in. Four times across the plate. This wasn’t hot streak stuff; this was a player seizing a postseason moment and refusing to let the series slip away. Milwaukee threw pitcher after pitcher at him, and it didn’t matter. That’s when stars separate themselves.
Costas:
What followed in the fourth inning bordered on the surreal. Twelve runs. One after another — doubles into the gap, towering home runs, line drives that never seemed to find gloves. Hernandez, Wagner, Valenzuela, White — the Giants’ lineup became a relentless procession. Oracle Park, often dignified and restrained, transformed into a cathedral of noise.
Cowherd:
And this is the part Milwaukee has to worry about. Blowouts don’t count extra in the standings, but they linger. Pitchers remember them. Hitters feel them. When you give up twenty-one runs, you don’t just lose a game — you lose control of the narrative. Suddenly, the “inevitable Brewers” storyline has a crack running right through it.
Costas:
Credit must also be given to Ed Pritchett, who steadied the game from the mound. He wasn’t overpowering, but he was efficient, calm, and unflustered amid the chaos his offense created. And when the Giants turned it over to Brooks, the game had long since passed from competition into history.
Cowherd:
So now the series stands at two games to one, and the tone has shifted. Milwaukee still holds the edge, but San Francisco holds belief — and belief is dangerous in October. When you have a player like Perdomo swinging like that, you don’t feel outmatched. You feel inevitable.
Costas:
Baseball has always been a game of echoes — what happened yesterday reverberates into tomorrow. And as this series moves forward, the sound that will linger is the crack of Edgar Perdomo’s bat, echoing through the Bay, reminding everyone that dynasties are never crowned without resistance.