Not good times. Nate Louth (he doesn’t deserve a patronymic) returned, and the Braves lost in heartbreaking fashion. Coincidence?!?!?!? I think not.
The Padres took a 2-0 lead in the second when Tommy Hanson had one of his episodes (as opposed to one of Tim Hudson‘s Episodes) and started nibbling while throwing to a bunch of guys who couldn’t get the ball out of the park with a bazooka. After that inning, he was great, and finished 6 1/3 innings with six hits allowed, five strikeouts, and two walks, 72 of his 106 pitches for strikes.
And he was in line for the win, when the Braves put four hits together with two out in the third — singles by Prado and Heyward, the latter advancing on an ill-advised throw to third, then a two-run single by Chipper, finally a two-run homer by McCann. Unfortunately, that was all the offense.
No biggie, though, right? Venters relieved Hanson in the seventh and did his thing for an inning and two thirds, and then Wagner. He got the first man, but then gave up a solo homer, followed by a single, to the Hairston Brothers. The next batter doubled to the right-field corner. Heyward made a great throw, Prado made an iffy one, and the runner was called safe at the plate even though he looked out to me. Wagner got out of it tied, but it would have been better had he not.
Moylan and Dunn were both required to get through the tenth, and Saito got through the eleventh. Bobby went with Medlen, Saturday’s scheduled starter, to pitch the twelfth, rather than Kawakami or the White Flag, and you can’t really blame him. But Medlen allowed two runs on a two-out double (after walking the previous hitter intentionally) and with Heath Bell lurking that was the game.