Kyle Schwarber Is A God, Completely Annihilates A Grand Slam While Entire Stadium Chants "MVP"
There's nobody on planet Earth who is hotter than Kyle Schwarber right now. You put a bat in this man's hands, throw a ball in his general vicinity, and there's a strong chance that ball is getting obliterated at least 415 feet away.
We already saw Schwarber make history last night by becoming the first player in MLB history to have at least 38 home runs in each of his first 4 seasons with a new team. Sure, it's one of those bizarre cherry-picked stats that seem to happen every night. Like "the first player to hit a double on a Tuesday night with a high temp of 73 degrees and 46 days after his birthday". But still. The fact of the matter is that Kyle Schwarber signed a 4-year deal with the Philadelphia Phillies, and he's been a fucking monster ever since.
And we're witnessing peak Kyle this summer. If he wasn't the NL MVP before tonight, he sure as shit has that locked up now. The grand slam was obviously the headliner of the night, but it wasn't even his only homer of the game. His first Schwarbomb was a gosh dang triple decker.
TMac and Kruk were talking on the broadcast about Schwarber catching Ryan Howard's 58 homers in 2006. Then he steps up and gives the folks in the cheap seats a chance to go home with a souvenir that they never would have expected to get with those seats. There are only a small handful of guys who ever wore a Phillies uniform who could launch a ball that deep. Schwarber and Ryan Howard are two of them.
But now we get to the grand slam. Bases loaded. The ballpark is already juiced after Harrison Bader finally got his first hit in a Phillies uniform earlier in the inning, and it was to the tune of a 3-run homer. Bases loaded. Crowd chanting "MVP" as you get up to the plate. There can't be a better feeling than that as an athlete. The only way that moment could get any cooler is if you end up actually delivering and clear the bases.
Schwar. Bomb.
This man is a god. Pay him right now, dammit. Give this man his money.
Everybody hits. Get me to October.
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