Fifteen games on a Tuesday slate is a lot of baseball, and the universe gave us a little bit of everything — a gem in Philadelphia, a blowout at Fenway that made our under look like a crime scene, and two quieter games that did exactly what we thought they would. The moneyline card came up empty; no material edges cleared our bar on that side, and that's fine. We don't manufacture conviction. On totals, we went 2-1, and the one loss was loud enough that we should probably talk about it before anything else.
The short version of Tuesday: disciplined construction on two of three totals paid off. The exception — Chicago White Sox at Boston Red Sox — was a reminder that baseball does not care about your model, your line, or your feelings. A 14-2 final will do that.