 Clevinger's pitching against the Nationals. Two teams not playing for much, but Cleves playing for complete game shutout. It's the bottom of the ninth. There's the first out, Grounder to Tim Anderson. Two more outs, he completes the complete game shutout. You never watch Clevinger pitch. It'll make you a little crazy. Look at all this, look at all this, look at all this, look at all this, look at all this nonsense. Just kind of a lot going on before every pitch. One, two, fouled up. There's the second out he was looking for. Boom, got it. One more out, complete game shutout. Up steps, Dom Smith. Slugger looks over to the right, leans back. Rocks, okay, first pitch. Fastball, top of the zone. Strike one, okay, 0-1, two strikes to go. Next pitch, change up, doesn't chase. Good take, then fastball again. Ooh, Clev wanted it, but so did Dom. He's like, mm, mm, mm. Straighten that one out. I think I got some. One strike away from completing the complete game shutout for Clevinger, ants in his pants. One, two, pitch. Fastball top of the zone again, but this time in the middle and Dom smooth, crushes it and sends it into the outfield. Complete game shutout, no way, no way. Not with that pitch. Oh, got all of it. And watches it, celebrates it. Maybe had a frustrating day. Felt good to end it on a good note. Little bat flip, stares at his teammate, says, hey, our season might be over, but that was fun. And then he covers his face and Clevinger sees him covering his face here. And in his post game, Clev said that he thought Dom Smith was mocking him because Clevinger was covering his face like that when his pitching coach was looking at him because he didn't want to come out of the game. So Clev thought he was mocking him and maybe he was, I have no idea. And then he says, nice one. Nice pimp. Yeah, but unfortunately, check that out. I've been dominating you guys. What? What? What? What? He wants to know what he said. What? Fuck you. Fuck you too. Okay, oh, don't play. Oh, I don't want to play. Don't play with me. Oh, oh, over the limit. Over the fucking limit. He's upset. Smith is upset that Clevinger was upset. Fuck you. Ah, hey, let's go. You want to chat? Let's meet up out there. Let's meet up. Come on. In the hallway. Outside the clubhouse. Granddad was like, what happened? What was that all about? He still has to get one out to complete the complete game but he no shutout no longer. Smith got him. First pitch, fastball. Second pitch, cutter, O2. Next pitch, doesn't chase on the slider. Full arsenal, then he chased on the slider there. Complete game, one earned run for Clevinger and Smith's not done yelling at him. He's still, Smith is still upset that Clevinger was upset. And he says, cry, baby. Go home. Cry about it now, huh? Cry home. Cry home. Yeah. And that's the story about when two teams on losing seasons got mad because the other one got mad and then they got mad, a perpetual madness cycle. Look at this guy. He's upset. He's mad at the bottom right. Mad. Top left. Mad. Everyone in this photo is mad.