The weather. Tomorrow, expect a... Biting cold front. Mmm, how naughty. I wonder what I'll be wearing or taking off. The night will be wild and untamed. Expect heavy, lashing rain that'll soak you to the skin. By Monday, temperatures will rise, slowly but surely, reaching their peak in the afternoon.

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Bonnie Smith's grinding up to home plate and we are ready to play it.

Smiley on top of the hill.

Game 7 about to get underway and here with the play-by-play story once again is Don Sutton. All right, Dave. Smiley, glove in front of the pirate. Letters across the front. Rocks into the line. The first one, Lonnie, up and away. A ball in those strikes. And we're underway in game seven. For the pirates, their eighth time. They have been in a league championship series.

That tops all National League clubs.

For the Braves, their third.

The 1-0 from Smiley foul straight back.

The fastball on the fist, it's one-in-one.

The Pirates' second consecutive year.

They were here last year.

Came up empty. Back again this year. The Braves,

six games this year, as many as they played in the other two. A ball and a strike to Lonnie

Smith, closed stance, beat close together. The whine by Smiley, a changeup. Lonnie way out in front.

It's one and two. Six out of 21 in the series.

Lonnie has three doubles.

He scored a pair of runs.

Smiley has him one and two.

Nodge, yes.

The Pitsch on its way.

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