It was definitely the face-breakingest.
Immediately after completing the 93 PITCH COMPLETE GAME SKID-ENDING DOMINANT WIN OVER A DIVISION RIVAL WE TRAIL IN THE STANDINGS, Roy jumped into the stands, ran the stairs, ate some crab fries, went off to lift weights, set his DVR to record Diners, Drive Ins, and Dives, read three chapters of Daniel Deronda, called Ryan Lawrence to ask him if he enjoyed his (and to explain the concept behind a) day off, took 150 right-handed swings off a batting tee, ironed a shirt for Jimmy Rollins, confirmed Chase Utley's MRI, visualized his next encounter with Jay Bruce, built a compass, posted an Amazon review of season 2 of The Wire, threw some long toss, dissected the game film, watched a frog, and reviewed his abnormally brief pitch chart to find the one that didn't hit its target.
The Braves, meanwhile, were still in shock of performance by the time the press crews arrived. When asked if his prior day's foreshadow of lament had proven true, All-Star nobody Omar Infante reflected (citing his favoritest Bright Eyes song, which he stressed he knew the guitar chords to):
And language just happened, it was never planned
And it's inadequate to describe where I am
In the room of my house where the light's never been
Waiting for this day to end
Further asked to describe how he thought the game may impact the season, Infante noted,
And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ingore
Everything that we hate or adore
Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more
So tell me, then, what was it for?
Oh tell me what as it for?
Yup, there you have it.