March 30, 2023 - Opening Day - Brewers (Burnes) at Cubs (Steele) - Game 2/2430

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 Bot3: Dansby Swanson homers. 1-0 Cubs

Top7: Contreras lead off single, Santana single, Tellez RBI single. 1-1

Bot9: Happ walk-off home run (no outs)

Brewers 1-6-0

Cubs 2-4-1

W: Alzolay L:Wilson S: None

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