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Colin Cowherd
“This is what great organizations do—they adjust.
Atlanta got embarrassed last year, got swept, and instead of sulking, they doubled down on who they are: power, patience, and pressure.
Toronto threw punches early—this wasn’t nerves—but Atlanta didn’t panic. That’s the difference.
You give up eleven runs and still win? That tells you something. The Braves believe they’re inevitable.
And for Toronto? Welcome to the big stage. You can score, you can hang—but Atlanta makes you survive nine innings of stress. That’s championship gravity.”

Bob Costas
“A year ago, the Atlanta Braves exited the World Series swiftly and unceremoniously.
On this October night, they made clear that the lesson was not forgotten.
In a game that felt at times more like a track meet than a pitching duel, Atlanta absorbed Toronto’s early surge and steadily reclaimed control.
Eddie Quizhpe was brilliant, Chris Deaver decisive, and the Braves—outlasted but not outmuscled—claimed Game 1.
For Toronto, this was no failure; it was initiation. For Atlanta, it was confirmation that this series will not be surrendered easily.”

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Colin Cowherd
“Okay, this is the moment. This is where you find out if Game 1 was a trend or a blip.
And Toronto didn’t blink — they punched back. Hard.
German Diaz was the best player on the field, period. This wasn’t ‘scrappy underdog.’ This was a lineup saying: you can slug with us, but you can’t keep up.
Atlanta thought they had momentum, thought they were rolling downhill — and suddenly the scoreboard looks like a football game.
Here’s the key thing: Toronto didn’t steal this game. They took it. Big swings, two-out hits, seventh-inning knockout. That’s how road teams survive in this series.
Now the pressure flips. This thing is headed north, and Atlanta’s not the only team with power anymore.”

Bob Costas
“For all of the anticipation surrounding this World Series, Game 2 provided its first unmistakable statement.
The Toronto Blue Jays, unfazed by the raucous atmosphere and undeterred by their Game 1 loss, authored a commanding response.
German Diaz was magnificent — two home runs, six runs batted in, and a presence that loomed over every decisive moment.
The turning point came in the seventh inning, when Toronto transformed a narrow lead into an avalanche, silencing Truist Park and restoring competitive balance to the series.
This was not merely a win; it was an announcement. The Blue Jays belong on this stage, and as the series shifts to Toronto tied at one game apiece, the narrative is no longer about whether they can hang with Atlanta — but whether Atlanta can slow them down.”

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Colin Cowherd
“This is why experience matters. This is why you don’t crown teams after six innings.
Toronto had this game. Fifteen hits. Crowd buzzing. They were landing punches all afternoon.
And then — boom — the eighth inning happens, and suddenly Atlanta looks like the adult in the room again.
Oscar Cardona? That guy is a problem. Two homers, calm, composed, star behavior.
But the moment that flips the series is Alex Fernandez tying it. Because once that ball leaves the yard, you can feel it — Toronto tightens up.
Then the bullpen implodes. Four homers in one inning. That’s not bad luck — that’s pressure exposing you.
Atlanta didn’t just win Game 3. They reminded everyone: we’ve been here before.
Now the Braves are up 2–1, and Toronto’s learning the hardest lesson in October — close games don’t count unless you finish them.”

Bob Costas
“For seven innings, Game 3 appeared to be unfolding in Toronto’s favor — a measured, patient performance built on contact hitting and steady pitching.
But the World Series, as it so often does, turned abruptly.
The eighth inning became a cascade. Alex Fernandez’s two-run home run erased Toronto’s advantage, and what followed was a relentless display of power — four home runs in the inning, each one draining the life from Rogers Centre.
Oscar Cardona stood at the center of it all, his second home run serving as both punctuation and proclamation.
Atlanta’s stars rose at the moment of maximum consequence.
The Braves now lead the series two games to one, not because they dominated throughout, but because they seized the inning that mattered most.
In October, that is often the difference between confidence and collapse.”

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Colin Cowherd
“This was a football score. This was a Big 12 game. And that tells you everything you need to know.
Fourteen to twelve in the World Series? That’s not execution — that’s survival.
Atlanta wins because they’re deeper. Period.
Luis Mireles goes four-for-five, five RBIs, sets the tone immediately with that bases-clearing double — and suddenly Toronto is chasing all night.
But let’s not kid ourselves: both bullpens were a mess. Absolute mess.
You’re Toronto, you score twelve runs at home, and you still lose? That’s not bad luck — that’s roster construction.
Here’s the big picture: Atlanta doesn’t need clean games. They don’t need pretty games. They just need chaos.
And chaos favors the team that’s been here before.
Now it’s 3–1. Toronto’s tired. Atlanta’s confident.
This series feels like it’s slipping away — and everybody in that stadium knows it.”

Mike Francesa
“This game was exhausting.
And if you’re Toronto, it was exhausting in the worst possible way.
You score twelve runs. You get a seven-RBI night from Horn, you get traffic all over the bases — and you still lose the game.
That cannot happen in the World Series.
Atlanta scored in six different innings. That’s not one big mistake — that’s constant pressure.
Mireles hurt you early. Fernandez hurt you later. Ocampo, Deaver — it just never stopped.
Now let’s be honest about something: the pitching in this game, on both sides, was not good.
But Atlanta managed it better. Offner steadied the game. Toronto never did.
At 3–1, history is not on the Blue Jays’ side.
They don’t just have to win three games — they have to win three games against a team that knows exactly how to close.
Tomorrow, Toronto is playing for its season.
Atlanta? They’re playing to finish the job.”

Why Game 4 Mattered So Much
26 total runs — complete loss of pitching control
Mireles: signature World Series moment, tone-setter from pitch one
Toronto: massive offense, zero margin for error, still fell short
Atlanta: wins ugly, wins loud, wins late — championship profile

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Colin Cowherd
“This is why series don’t end early.
Atlanta scored twelve runs. Alex Fernandez went six-for-six, two home runs, historic night — and it didn’t matter. That tells you everything.
Because Toronto finally did what desperate teams have to do: they swung big, they took pitches, and they forced Atlanta’s pitching into the open.
Hector Garcia? Couldn’t land the plane. Five walks. Grand slam. Ballgame flipped.
And here’s the moment: sixth inning, bases loaded, Devin Thorn.
That wasn’t just a grand slam — that was a crowd takeover. From that second on, the game belonged to Toronto.
Atlanta’s still better. They’re still deeper.
But now? Now there’s doubt.
You fly back to Atlanta thinking you’d be popping champagne tonight — instead you’re thinking about bullpen usage, defensive errors, and how you just wasted an all-time offensive performance.
Momentum is a real thing. Toronto just found it.”

Chris Russo
“Colin, listen — listen — this game was bananas, okay? Absolute bananas.
You cannot — CANNOT — score twelve runs in a World Series game and lose, and then do it AGAIN the next night and win. This series is completely unhinged.
Fernandez gets SIX hits! SIX! That’s insane! And Atlanta still loses!
That tells you the pitching is fried. Fried! Both sides!
But Toronto finally got the hit they needed at the right time. Thorn’s grand slam? That’s the series moment if they come back. That’s the clip we’ll be playing for twenty years.
And you know what? Atlanta helped ’em. Errors, walks, bad pitches — you open the door, the crowd kicks it down.
Now everybody says, ‘Oh it’s over, 3–2, Braves still fine.’
Yeah? Tell that to the guys who gotta go home knowing one bad inning and suddenly it’s Game 7.
This thing is alive, baby. Alive!”

Game 5 in a Nutshell
Fernandez: historic night, zero payoff
Thorn: 6 RBIs, grand slam = season-saver
Bullpens: completely exposed
Series: from “almost over” to dangerous

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Atlanta Braves: 1932 World Series Champions (4th title)
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Colin Cowherd
“This is what champions do when the door is still cracked.
Toronto came in confident — they’d punched Atlanta in the mouth in Game 5, they believed. They scored early, they kept answering. But Atlanta never panicked. Not once.
Because look at the difference: Atlanta didn’t need chaos tonight. They didn’t need a miracle inning. They hit solo shots, they hit early, and then they controlled the game.
McKnight? Two homers. That’s tone-setting.
Fernandez? Of course he homered — he’s been inevitable all series.
Cardona? Player of the Game. Big spot, big swing, end of discussion.
And here’s the real separator: pitching discipline. Sandoval wasn’t dominant — he was professional. Seven innings, limited damage, no free passes that change the game. That’s how titles are closed.
Toronto didn’t lose because they failed. They lost because Atlanta is built for this moment.
This Braves team? They don’t chase moments — they own them.”

Bob Costas
“The final out settles not just a game, but a journey.
The 1932 Atlanta Braves, a team shaped by last year’s disappointment and this October’s relentlessness, have reclaimed baseball’s highest ground.
Toronto struck first, as they so often did in this series, but Atlanta’s response was swift and emphatic. Home runs echoed through Truist Park, not in flurries, but in declaration — a reminder that this lineup, from McKnight to Fernandez to Cardona, was never far from command.
Alex Sandoval provided steadiness where chaos had reigned earlier in the series, and when the moment arrived, the Braves’ bullpen delivered the final punctuation.
This was not a game wrestled away at the end. It was a championship authored inning by inning.
With their fourth World Series title, Atlanta now stands beside Baltimore alone in the sport’s uppermost tier. And as confetti falls and a city exhales, the 1932 Braves are remembered not for the noise they survived — but for the certainty with which they finished.”

1932 World Series, Final Word
Atlanta wins 4–2
Power, poise, and patience — the defining traits
Toronto earns respect, but Atlanta claims history
A title not stolen late, but secured early

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There are championships that feel like moments — and others that feel like mile markers.
The 1932 Atlanta Braves belong firmly to the latter.
They did not arrive suddenly, nor did they rely on a single defining play. Instead, they assembled their title patiently, layer by layer, across a season that demanded consistency more than spectacle. When October came, they were not discovering themselves — they were confirming what had already been true.
This was a Braves club shaped by memory. The sting of last year’s near-miss lingered, not as bitterness, but as instruction. That experience revealed where composure was required, where power needed balance, and where pitching had to steady the room. By the time the World Series began, Atlanta no longer looked like a contender testing the moment — they looked like a team prepared to end it.
Historically, this championship places Atlanta in rare air. With a fourth World Series title, the Braves join the Baltimore Orioles as the only franchises to reach that summit. But the symmetry goes deeper than arithmetic. Like Baltimore’s great clubs, Atlanta has now shown the ability to win across eras of its own identity — with different stars, different rhythms, and different expectations.
What separates the 1932 Braves from some of their predecessors is restraint. They were powerful, but never reckless. They were aggressive, but rarely frantic. In a World Series defined by offense and volatility, Atlanta was the side that chose when to press and when to pause. They won not by overwhelming every inning, but by owning the important ones.
Individually, this team will be remembered for its balance. Alex Fernandez’s October brilliance, Troy McKnight’s thunder, Oscar Cardona’s timely authority, and Antonio Sandoval’s steady hand formed a constellation rather than a single sun. No one carried the Braves alone — and that may be their most enduring trait.
In the broader arc of league history, the 1932 Braves feel less like a closing chapter and more like a turning of the page. This was not a fleeting peak. It was a declaration that Atlanta’s standard is no longer occasional excellence, but sustained relevance at the highest level.
Years from now, when the statistics blur and the box scores fade, the 1932 Braves will be remembered for something harder to quantify: clarity. They knew who they were, they trusted it, and when the moment arrived, they did not flinch.
In baseball history, that is often the difference between a champion — and a lasting one.

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1932 World Series summary

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