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🎙️ Colin Cowherd
This is what October pressure does.
It doesn’t just expose weakness — it exposes identity.
St. Louis comes into Cincinnati tied 1–1. Game 3. Swing game. And what do they do?
They score six runs before fans finish their first sip of coffee.
That’s not hot. That’s assertive. That’s institutional confidence.
Austin Montes — 35 years old. In most organizations, that’s the “nice veteran presence.” In this one? Three home runs. Thirteen total bases. Five RBIs. And he’s stealing bags in the eighth inning.
That’s not nostalgia.
That’s dominance.
And here’s the bigger picture: Every time Cincinnati punched — and they punched hard — St. Louis answered. Reds tie it 6–6? Cardinals take it back. Reds cut it to 12–11? Cardinals stretch it again. There was no panic. No tightening.
That’s lineup depth.
Chris Smith, four hits. Jankowski, two bombs and six RBIs. Dominguez hitting rockets at 111 off the bat in the ninth. This wasn’t one guy getting hot.
This was structural.
Now flip it.
Cincinnati scored 12 runs. At home. In a League Championship game. And lost by six.
That’s a bullpen problem. That’s roster construction. That’s managerial sequencing — and Berkow admitted it afterward.
When you allow 18 in October, it’s not bad luck.
It’s exposure.
Cardinals up 2–1. And momentum isn’t subtle right now.
It’s loud.

🎙️ Bob Costas
If you love offense, this was operatic.
Before many in attendance had settled into their seats at Great American Ball Park, the Cardinals had posted six runs in the first inning — punctuated by Mike Jankowski’s three-run drive and then Austin Montes, who followed with a two-run homer of his own.
And just when it seemed St. Louis might cruise, Cincinnati offered a reminder that October has no script.
Four runs in the bottom half. A triple from John Dale. Another from Bo Celauro. The Reds were very much alive.
From there, the afternoon unfolded like a heavyweight bout — neither side retreating, each landing blows of considerable force.
But Montes — ah, Montes.
Three home runs. One in the first. A majestic two-run shot in the sixth. And then, almost poetically, a solo drive in the seventh that felt less like insurance and more like punctuation.
At 35, he may no longer be in what we call his “prime,” but on this day he was unmistakably transcendent.
The Cardinals scored 18 runs on 19 hits, yet what may matter most is their resilience. Twice Cincinnati closed the gap to a single run. Twice St. Louis widened it again.
When a club can withstand that kind of counterpunch in hostile territory, it suggests something sturdier than a hot afternoon at the plate.
The series now tilts in the Cardinals’ favor, two games to one.
And if this contest is any indication, we are in for a League Championship Series remembered not for subtlety — but for spectacle.