Here’s the thing about the Padres. One day, they score zero. The next, they score 14. There is no middle ground. It’s like a moody teenager.
Today’s lineup could explode. Tatis rips a triple. Machado crushes a two-run bomb. Arraez gets three singles through the same hole in the shift. It’s beautiful chaos.
Or, you know, they face a lefty with a nasty sinker, and they all ground out. Classic Padres.
