PHILADELPHIA — There should not all that many places that might so eagerly seize a visiting team’s signature, contentious chant and switch it right into a rhythmic, derisive eulogy for a season.
However the faux Native American war chant generally known as the “tomahawk chop,” often celebrated in Atlanta and repeatedly condemned as racist most all over the place else, pulsed through the stands of Residents Bank Park on Saturday. There have been a rival’s misfortunes to mock.
The Phillies, in search of to clinch a visit to the National League Championship Series, were surging early. If there was to be a dethroning of the franchise that won last 12 months’s World Series, there could be a day of taunting by fans, too.
The barbs and provocations starting within the second inning proved to not be premature: The Phillies used daring baserunning and a glut of power to beat Atlanta, 8-3, in Game 4 of a National League division series. Their win, beneath an excellent Philadelphia sky with the soaring cityscape framed behind the outfield fences, ended the best-of-five showdown and gave the Phillies a berth within the National League Championship Series for the primary time since 2010.
Philadelphia’s insistent October march into this 12 months’s N.L.C.S., which is able to begin on Tuesday and can pit the Phillies against the Dodgers or the Padres, has not been a wholesale matter of luck. As an alternative, the Phillies — overcoming a daily season marked by a managerial dismissal, a third-place division finish and a scraping into the playoffs — have launched into a methodical disassembly of among the sport’s powers.
The Cardinals, the Central Division champions? Swept — in St. Louis, no less — in a wild-card round. The Braves, the reigning World Series winners? So thoroughly bamboozled within the division series that anyone may very well be permitted to ponder whether the Phillies were actually those with 101 regular-season victories (and never 87).
“We bumped into a very hot team, just about,” said Brian Snitker, Atlanta’s manager. “They were hitting on all cylinders. They were playing great baseball. They got big hits. They shut us down offensively, and I feel all of the credit goes to the Phillies.”
Atlanta, someday after watching a rookie starter get rocked, confronted its first elimination game since 2020 and deployed considered one of its most seasoned pitchers to attempt to stave off an early playoff exit. Charlie Morton would bring, Atlanta hoped, the beguiling curveball that he had learned to depend on during a transient stint in Philadelphia in 2016, the very pitch that had helped make him a fearsome master of postseason pressure. Entering the ballpark on Saturday, he was 5-0 in playoff elimination starts.
But on Saturday, no pitch would do more to betray Morton or to buoy Philadelphia. One within the second inning was rocketed back, hitting his elbow. Two batters later, with Jean Segura on the plate, one other yielded a single that put runners on the corners.
Brandon Marsh, a middle fielder who had been hitless within the division series, entered the batter’s box. Morton threw a curve for a called strike. 4 fastballs followed and moved the count to 2-2. Morton threw his breaking ball.
It edged toward Marsh. He made contact, the crack of the bat summoning the sellout crowd to thunder. Someone within the stands caught the ball 398 feet later, across the time Marsh pumped his fist after he rounded first. Ronald Acuña Jr., the Atlanta right fielder, had stopped his pursuit before he reached the warning track.
More curveballs got Morton out of the inning, but he wouldn’t face one other batter. The comebacker had been an excessive amount of, though Snitker said an X-ray showed no damage. Orlando Arcia had homered for Atlanta in the highest of the third inning, and the Braves entrusted a mere two-run deficit to Collin McHugh.
However the man on the plate, Philadelphia’s J.T. Realmuto, just isn’t like many other catchers, now or ever. Trained as a shortstop but nudged into catching by a Marlins scout, he tied for fourth within the National League in triples this season and was considered one of two N.L. players to homer at the least 20 times and steal at the least 20 bases. (Ivan Rodriguez is the one other M.L.B. catcher to have achieved the feat.)
On a 1-1 count, he tagged a slider deep into center field, where Michael Harris II couldn’t keep pace, and the ball slammed back toward the outfield grass, rolling and rolling toward right as Realmuto stormed the basepaths.
Realmuto passed first, after all, after which second. He rounded third, a one-man stampede against a normally sterling outfield and an All-Star catcher. He dove home. Protected, for the primary inside-the-park home run by a catcher in postseason history.
Matt Olson, the Atlanta first baseman, narrowed the margin to 2 runs within the fourth when he homered to right. However the Phillies used a series of singles so as to add three runs of their very own within the sixth before Travis d’Arnaud, Atlanta’s catcher, hit a solo home run to steer off the seventh.
To not be outdone, Bryce Harper, the Philadelphia designated hitter, slugged his third postseason home run on a 1-1 count within the eighth.
For Atlanta, the season’s conclusion was jarring if historically unsurprising. No Atlanta team with 100 regular-season wins or more has ever captured a World Series. Back in 1999, for example, 103-win Atlanta outlasted the Mets within the N.L.C.S. after which was swept by the Yankees within the World Series.
However the 2022 Atlanta team, swept not once this season, never seemed in a position to muster offensive firepower in a series that plenty of individuals had figured would pit the Braves against St. Louis. They didn’t homer in two of 4 games. Strikeouts got here by the handfuls. Runners in scoring position could stand along the basepaths nearly assured that they might not, in actual fact, rating.
The Phillies, though, are arguably probably the most surprising team still standing in baseball. On the last day of May, they stood at eight games under .500. A 66-46 run followed. It was only last Monday that the Phillies announced that they’d decided to provide Rob Thomson, who became the interim manager after the ouster of Joe Girardi, a two-year contract.
The Phillies insist they’re playing one game at a time, even one pitch at a time, even in the event that they had a hunch they may need some magic in store.
“To say that we didn’t get up this up this morning and have a sense that this was going to occur, I’d be lying,” Nick Castellanos, the Philadelphia right fielder, said within the clubhouse after the sport. “That doesn’t mean that you simply take anything with no consideration or simply expect baseball to go your way.”
But plenty of individuals in Philadelphia did, and a swagger is, eventually, starting to saturate the town again.
After dark on Friday, when the Phillies had just finished their first postseason game at Residents Bank Park in 4,025 days, a chant ripped east and west along Pattison Avenue.
“Another win!” the hometown fans roared, their Phillies abruptly, improbably near the N.L.C.S. “Another win!”
One man took an extended view. Perhaps, in any case of this, the World Series trophy could come back to South Philly. He cheerfully piped up through the din, a nocturnal swirl of high-fives and hugs and backslaps and — because that is perpetually Philadelphia — heckles.
“Nine more wins!” he cried. “Think big!”
By Saturday evening, all of the Phillies needed were eight more.
And the reigning champion was out of the way in which.