
Phillies went 4-2 out West and the pitching held their own while the offense remains what we thought it was
Tell a Phillies fan in advance they’d go 4-2 on a California swing against two likely playoff teams and most of them sign for it on the spot. I would too. That’s a good trip. It’s also a trip that came with a flashing warning light, and I’m not going to paint over that light just because the win column looks pretty.
The bats hit .169 over the six games against the Padres and Dodgers. The same gremlins that haunted the 9-19 start in April walked right back into the room out west. The slash line was .169/.234/.339, which is a .573 OPS from a lineup that was supposed to be the strength of this team. Six hitters from the Opening Day order are now sitting at a .644 OPS or lower. That isn’t one guy in a funk. That’s most of the lineup.
The only reason this trip went 4-2 instead of sideways is the arms. Through the first five games the staff had thrown up a 2.05 ERA, a 0.91 WHIP, and held the opposition to a .581 OPS. The pitching kept them breathing in every single game while the offense wandered around looking for itself.
Then Sunday happened. An 8-1 loss to the Dodgers where Andrew Painter and the bullpen finally got tagged. Painter lasted 3 1/3 innings and surrendered seven hits and four earned. Drawing the best lineup in baseball inside Dodger Stadium with no cushion is about the toughest assignment on the schedule. The trip was still a winner. The offense just didn’t bother making the flight.
Andrew Painter Threw Strikes and Got Crushed Anyway
Here’s the part the box score won’t tell you. Painter pitched better than a four-run, 3 1/3-inning line makes it look. He came in riding a quietly solid three-start run, a 2.60 ERA against Boston, Cincinnati, and Cleveland, after reworking his arsenal. He backed off the four-seamers, sinkers, and curveballs and leaned harder into the splitter and slider.
On Sunday the command was there. He threw strikes 65 percent of the time. The splitter was sharp, over the plate more than three-quarters of the time, and he landed it for a first-pitch strike all five times he reached for it. This was not a kid spraying the ball all over the yard.
The Dodgers just hammered him.
The first inning told you where it was headed, with six of the 14 balls in play coming off the bat hard. Painter’s own read was that the miss pattern bit him on the two homers, and he’s right. In the fourth it came apart.
On the second pitch of the inning he hung a slider and Ryan Ward deposited his first big-league homer into the seats. Two hitters later Alex Freeland battled through a seven-pitch at-bat, stayed on a splitter located low and in, and drove it out anyway. It got messier when J.T. Realmuto took one off the wrist and had to exit, X-rays came back negative thankfully, and Rafael Marchán took over behind the plate.
The season line is still rough, a 5.74 ERA with 43 strikeouts in 53 1/3 innings and a 1.52 WHIP through 11 starts. The rookie is getting his lumps and nobody’s hiding from that. Sunday just wasn’t the meltdown the numbers suggest, because there’s a real difference between getting beat and beating yourself, and Painter got beat.
Justin Crawford…
While the veterans were busy not hitting, the other rookie was busy saving runs. Mattingly said Saturday the staff has been pushing Crawford to play more aggressive in center, and the reasoning is obvious. Back when the pitchers were generating all that soft contact, which they still are, too many cheap bloops kept dropping into shallow center.
Well, Justin Crawford is the cure.
He was never the polished glove coming up through the minors, and nobody’s going to pretend otherwise. What he brings is straight-line speed and athleticism that bails out an imperfect first read. For the second time on this trip he ran full speed into the center-field wall and held onto the baseball.
In the first inning Sunday he didn’t get a clean jump, covered 70 feet anyway, and lunged near the wall for a run-saving grab. He stayed in the game after eating the fence at 24.8 feet per second, which is a borderline unhinged speed to carry into a wall. That catch is the only reason Painter escaped a 23-pitch first inning.
It didn’t hold for long, but that part wasn’t on the kid.
The Dodgers Starters Owned Us, and It Isn’t Close
Good starting pitching beats a cold offense. The Phillies proved that themselves in San Diego, where the rotation rode them to a sweep. Then they flew up to LA and the Dodgers ran the exact same script right back at them.
If it felt familiar, it should have. This was a near-replay of the regular-season series the Phillies dropped at Dodger Stadium last September, when LA starters, counting the bulk arm behind an opener, combined for 17 1/3 innings, allowed three hits, and didn’t give up an earned run. That group included Emmet Sheehan, Shohei Ohtani, and Blake Snell.
Here’s what the Dodgers got from their starters this weekend:
- Friday, Justin Wrobleski: 7 IP, 1 H, 1 ER, 9 K
- Saturday, Roki Sasaki: 5 1/3 IP, 3 H, 1 ER, 7 K
- Sunday, Yoshinobu Yamamoto: 5 1/3 IP, 4 H, 0 ER, 10 K
Stack this weekend on top of last September and Dodgers starters now own a 0.76 ERA and a 0.54 WHIP across those six games, with 50 strikeouts in 35 1/3 innings. The Phillies have hit .094 against them. That’s not a typo. There are no answers right now, and pretending there are is a waste of everyone’s time.
Mattingly thought they had a real shot to crack the LA bullpen early Sunday. They never got the hit off Yamamoto that would have pried the door open. The fastball trouble wasn’t a Dodger Stadium thing, either.
Across the entire road trip the Phillies hit .161 against heaters, the worst mark in the National League over that stretch. You do not win baseball games in October if you can’t catch up to a fastball, and that’s the whole ballgame.
The frustration boiled over in the seventh when Trea Turner smoked another ball directly at a glove, lined out, and chucked his equipment. I get it completely. He doesn’t believe the offense is lost up there, and honestly the contact quality backs him up.
The barrels just haven’t found grass yet. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt, but those barrels need to start landing soon, because moral victories on exit velocity don’t show up in the standings.
Next for the Phillies: Home Cooking and No More Excuses
Don’t get it twisted, this was a successful month. The Phillies went 18-10 in May, and they did the heavy lifting away from home, going 12-4 on the road across a grueling 16 road games.
They were a pedestrian 6-6 at the Bank, which is exactly the number that has to flip. Harper wasn’t waving off the offensive issues, but he also wasn’t going to let one cold weekend erase a month that good. That’s the correct read.
Now they come home, where the bats have to find a pulse. June opens with the Padres, the same club they just swept in San Diego. San Diego’s offense has been every bit as frozen and their starting pitching is nothing to lose sleep over, so there’s no hiding place in this one.
Aaron Nola, Cristopher Sánchez, and Zack Wheeler are lined up to throw it. Sánchez takes the ball with that 44 2/3-inning scoreless streak still alive, still chasing Orel Hershiser’s all-time record of 59 straight from 1988.
After that the White Sox come to town hot at 32-27, though they just lost 20-homer bat Munetaka Murakami to a hamstring injury. It’s a six-game homestand before the Phillies head north of the border to Toronto.
So here’s the bottom line. The California trip was a win, and the pitching is the entire reason. A 2.05 ERA over five games covers a mountain of sins but you cannot keep sending a staff out to win on a tightrope with zero margin and expect it to hold up all summer. The arms have done their job and then some. The lineup has to start carrying its own weight, and the schedule just handed it the softest possible place to begin.




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