This game doesn’t break your heart — it drives you insane. The Braves got nine hits in six innings off of Mark Buehrle, but couldn’t get more than two runs, blowing chance after chance. Meanwhile, Tim Hudson most of the night breezed through the White Sox batting order, but allowed a walk and four hits in the fourth, and three runs, and only got out of it through a runner thrown out at the plate.
It was the sort of night where Melky had three hits (and the outfield assist to end the fourth) but when he came up with the bases loaded and one out in the sixth, popped up on the first pitch. Or where in the fifth, Martin Prado, hitting .336, struck out with runners first and third, one out.
Glaus scored on a Melky single in the second, and Yunel on a Ross popup that dropped in the outfield in the fifth. However, between those came that fourth inning, where the Sox tied it on a single and took the lead on a Carlos Quentin two-run homer. In the seventh, Quentin, who has spent the last year and a half collapsing into a black hole from which no offense can escape, hit his third homer of the series for an insurance run.
I’m feeling very depressed. I’m going to leave this as the game thread for tomorrow, an early afternoon game.