We sorta know the way these games go lately. A decent start, a run or two. We give up a couple but our man is pitching decently against a vastly superior line up . A 47 minute rain delay. We even take a one run lead on the restart which is nice but, even better, we hold it going into the sixth. Wisler could get the win for Pete’s sake. And then.

The barrage began slowly, inexorably as we tried to go through that daunting middle order. There was a walk, the second one to score to this point and then the floodgates opened and Wisler departed with only one out. On came Kroll who was pathetic and didn’t look bothered by it. Walked two of the three he faced. Five runs had scored when Cabrera came on and comprehensively flattened the detritus. Something  we can do that they can’t.

Midst this carnage of an innings though, there came a jewel. To brighten, lighten the load of what now was  surely heading for another loss. A deke, a veritable deke. By a Brave, our man Ender who we all know never makes a mistake going back on a ball.

Well, he did.  Apparently. He looked to misjudge where a deep line drive was settling, stopped whilie it went over his head and rebounded back to him off the wall. Let me admit, likely with no company here, he fooled me. But not Uncle Joe who gleefully replayed it thus showing a base runner similarly fooled who failed to advance another base. Watching it over, now enlightened, was a joy, special. If he could only hit.

Braves threatened in the top of the eighth but could only score one run when they had brought the tying run to the plate with just one out. Story rubbed it in with yet another homer in the bottom of the innings, 5 Rbi’s. This off JJ who gave a passable imitation of a right handed Kroll regarding quality and interest.

The game ended, appropriately, with Story starting a double play.

Sic transit euphoria. The ones that we do lead, latish, we somehow know won’t end well. Why? Well, we all know why.

But that deke will live in the memory.