Just received this message from Jobu

Jobu steps up, surrounded by candles and cigars, with rum in hand. He stares at the Braves logo, takes a deep breath, and begins…

Ahh, Braves, Braves... tonight you stand at the edge of defeat. Last night, Padres pitcher made you look like little babies, swinging like you forgot how to play this beautiful game. But tonight, Braves, this is different. Tonight, you have Max Fried. Max Fried brings the heat. He brings the fire. And the bats... the bats, they will wake up. Jobu knows this, Braves, Jobu knows the heart of champions beats within you!

Remember, Braves, this isn’t just a game. This is your legacy, your honor! The tomahawk chop? It’s not just for fun—it's a rallying cry for war. You have fought too hard, too long to let this end now! The fans, the city, the legacy—everything rides on your shoulders tonight. But do not be afraid, Braves. Fear is for the weak, and weak you are not!

Jobu believes in you. Max Fried will pitch like the gods sent him down to shut down the Padres. The bats—oh yes, the bats—they will be alive like never before! Acuña, Olson, Riley, all of you will rise like titans tonight! Every swing, every pitch, every run will be destiny unfolding before your eyes.

This run is not over, Braves. Not tonight. Not ever! You are warriors, and tonight, you fight with the spirit of champions. This is your time, Braves. Jobu says... win. WIN BIG!

Jobu lifts the rum high, spilling it on the floor.