Echo of Ronald Acuña Jr. mashing a home run on repeat is the song of the summer (Video)

Ronald Acuna Jr., Atlanta Braves. (Photo by Rich Schultz/Getty Images)
Ronald Acuna Jr., Atlanta Braves. (Photo by Rich Schultz/Getty Images) /
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Ronald Acuña Jr. was born to hit dingers and we love him for that.

When you can go 40/40 like Ronald Acuña Jr. can, why wouldn’t you want to go Top 40, too?

Whether or not you want to embrace facts, “Summertime Lover” was 2019’s song of the summer. It was a banger and a commercial most people couldn’t wait to see off their TV screen for good by Labor Day. Now in the midst of the global pandemic, we are in need of a new Feel Good Hit of the Summer. We don’t need to hear about Josh Homme’s seven vices, just Acuña’s bat.

Can Fatboy Slim sample this bit to praise Ronald Acuña Jr. like he should?

If that funk soul brother could check this clip from Braves Twitter out right about now, we will Praise You like we should, Norm. Right here, right now. If you do this for Braves Country, there is a great chance your music video will become the norm for all social distancing celebrations in The ATL. Truist Park, malls, whatever. We have the feel-good song of the summer, dying to be created.

Atlanta often goes boom or bust offensively with its big bats like Acuña scattered all over the batting order. Some games, the Atlanta Braves don’t score any runs. Other days, Acuña goes whammy so triumphantly Champ Kind will fall out of his San Diego seat, knocking off his signature 10-gallon hat in the process. Acuña Matata, what a wonderful phrase! Just stay out of Sea World.

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After a slow start to the 60-game, coronavirus-shortened MLB season, Acuña seems to be figuring it out at the plate recently. Once he’s gets cooking offensively, he has the ability to carry the Braves as deep as they want to go in the expanded postseason. Maybe this will be the year Atlanta advances in a postseason series? It hasn’t happened since 2001, if you can believe that.

The echo off Acuña’s bat sounds way cooler than whatever you can holler in a vacant garage. Woo!