Ah, the Mets.
The game stayed scoreless through three, as despite any number of baserunners neither team could get a hit with a runner in scoring position. In the fourth, that changed, as Martin Prado led off the inning with a double, and Derrek Lee (having his best game as a Brave with three hits and a walk) singled him home to make it 1-0.
The lead didn’t hold up for long, as Mike Minor lost the strikezone in the fifth, walking three men on the way to allowing two runs, giving up sac flies to Jeffy Francoeur and Henry Blanco, members of the Mets’ sizeable crappy ex-Braves contingent. Bobby was walking a high wire in that inning sticking with Minor, who was always on the verge of imploding… but it was the Mets.
Being the Mets, they didn’t hold the lead for any time to speak of, and by the end of the inning were out of the game. Nate Louth, up from Gwinnett, pinch-hit for Minor and did the only positive thing he was likely to do, getting hit by a pitch. Infante followed with a double-play ball that Luis Castillo allowed to go through his legs, and the floodgates opened. Jason Heyward was held in check most of the night, but this time hit a screaming line drive that went all the way to the wall, scoring two. He only got to third on a Prado single, and then Lee walked to lad the bases. Matt Diaz struck out, but Alex Gonzalez singled to score Heyward, though Prado was thrown out at home. Melky walked, and David Ross hit a line drive grand slam to make it 8-2, and then Jerry Manuel got the starter out of there. Sheesh.
The rest of the game was pretty desultory, Bobby using O’Flaherty for the sixth, Venters the seventh, Saito the eighth, and Moylan the ninth. (No Farnsworthless?) The Braves got one more run on a Melky double to score AAG in the seventh.