You beat Strasburg and you lose to — nay, are dominated by — “Craig Stammen”, who was, I believe, a pitcher automatically generated by the computer. I’ve never even heard of this guy before. The Braves got a run off of him in the third when Prado — good, reliable Prado — tripled (really a single with a bad misplay, which I may not even call a “Prado” anymore) to score Blanco from second.
Derek Lowe, unfortunately, forgot how to win, not that many pitchers ever have won much when they get only one run to work with. He needed a lot of pitches to get anyone, and in the fifth it caught up with him, allowing three runs, two on a two-out double by Zimmerman. He allowed another run in the sixth, and was relieved (having already thrown 105 pitches) by O’Flaherty. He did okay, allowing a leadoff single in the seventh, but Bobby lifted him for Moylan with two out in that inning, and Moylan allowed his first automatic homer in over two years to Willingham, a sure sign, as if more were needed, that it was definitely not the Braves’ night.
Chavez, the Human White Flag, allowed a run in the eighth, not that it mattered much at that point. Prado and Melky had back-to-back doubles in the bottom of that inning. The Melky double stung, him having grounded out weakly twice with runners in scoring position and two out earlier in the game, most notably with the bases loaded in the fifth; if the double had come there, then we’re talking a whole different ballgame. C’est la vie.