The mighty Padres were finally subdued, so tomorrow’s day off won’t be quite as torturous as I had expected.

Things started off well, with the Braves taking a 2-0, first-inning lead on the shaky Clayton Richard, using a double from Prado and consecutive singles from Chipper, McCann, Freeman, and AGony. They failed to score more, despite having the bases loaded with only one out, when Uggla, finally dropped to seventh in the order, became involved.

In the top of the second, the Padres tied it when Kyle Phillips homered on the first pitch he saw—the second consecutive pitch on which he’d homered, dating back to Monday. I’m not sure how many PAs one needs to qualify for official Braves Killer status, but I know I’m already terrified every time this back-up catcher with a career minor-league line of .270/.335/.387 comes up.

Anyway, Hanson pitched a good game—his breaking ball was as sharp as I’ve seen it all year—as those would be the only runs he gave up in six innings and 95 pitches of work, working around a couple of brutal throws from McCann on stolen-base attempts. Richard wasn’t nearly as sharp, leaving after only 4 2/3 innings of work, but the Braves were only able to add one more run in that time, on back-to-back doubles from McCann and Freeman in the third. (Another possible rally was thwarted in the fourth, on a play that almost drove me to re-booting Awful Umpiring site while I hold the Power of Mac. Other than the fact that Richard clearly balked and Hawpe clearly applied a late tag, Prado was definitely picked off, though.)

Anyway … Prado homered on an 0-2 pitch in the sixth to cap the Braves’ scoring, and it would prove to be enough. O’Flaherty struggled a bit in the seventh, giving up a run, but he got out of it on a generous third strike call to Aaron Cunningham in what must have been the Irish-est match-up of the MLB season. Venters, though, was dominant, striking out the side and making Ludwick look especially Ugglan; Kimbrel was equally dominant for two batters, before giving up a single to Phillips (of course) and needing a f—ing successful catch at the wall to end it.

Uggla remains lost and Chipper remains gimpy, but at least they get a crack at the most hilariously inept franchise in all of professional sports, starting Friday.