Well folks, some kids come back from vacation a little rusty. Jacob Misiorowski came back throwing 104 miles an hour at Juan Soto's knees.
It was a pre-planned short one — four innings by design, the team nursing that arm back to full strength before asking it to go the distance again. But Miz didn't get the memo about taking it easy. He opened the first inning with a 102.2 MPH fastball for strike one to A.J. Ewing, just to let everyone know he was still himself.
Then came Soto. Four fastballs in a row — 103.4, 104.0, 103.8, 103.6 — three swinging strikes. The best hitter in the National League looked like a man trying to hit a comet with a broomstick. The kid didn't blink.
Six strikeouts, zero earned runs, a W in the books, and the Brewers won 8-3. Cooper Pratt homered off Freddy Peralta in the second inning — that's a whole other story — but the night started with Miz reminding the league that rest doesn't dull sharp edges. Sometimes it just makes them sharper.
The only blemish was unearned. Doesn't count. ERA: 1.57. Second half: open for business.