Typical Turner Field Loss

I went into last night feeling fresh and rejuvenated. It was the start of the second leg for the Metropolitans, and for these 75 lengths we were to be coming up from the rear instead of falling back. I was excited. This was a new (well very old actually, but new for this group) approach to take on a season that never was to be. Quite fittingly it was a start against our old rivals in the house that Ted built, a place we never have had much success. Perfect setting for this new beginning.

Big Game Ollie P was on the mound for the occasion and frankly he didn't exactly show up. He was neither Good Oliver nor Bad Oliver either. I suppose we could refer to him as Mediocre Oliver (Medioliver?) in such an instance. He got hit hard, though those hard hits were generally falling into the gloves of our outfielders. There were two that were hit too hard and "too high" in the 2nd, and they happened to be back to back. Oliver rebounded. Through six he struck out six and walked four (though one of those was intentional) while allowing three earned. Not Good Oliver, not Bad Oliver, but Hey I Kept You in the Game Oliver. Quality Start Oliver.

The offense hit a groove in the fourth off of a seemingly flat Derek Lowe. They even managed to put a crooked number on the board for the inning with three runs scored on hits by Castillo, Wright, Sheffield, and Murphy. That was all they could muster though, as they could only manage 2 singles off of the Braves bullpen the rest of the game.

Our bullpen however did not get the job done and Chipper Jones put the nail in the coffin (as he always does) to seal the deal for the Bravos in the 8th. I wanted to shut the game off after that. Once Larry shows up in such a fashion the remainder of the game is irrelevant. But my new found excitement kept me watching through the scoreless top of the 9th to put another hash mark in the L column for our Metsies. New attitude, same result.