What a game.  It was the Mets against the Braves, which is always a battle.  Add in Tom Glavine against John Smoltz and it’s awesome.  Then add in that John Smoltz entered the game with 199 wins and it’s super awesome.  The atmosphere was actually electric.  As much trash as I talk about Atlanta fans, they were amazing last night — standing up and shouting and hollering even in the first inning as Smoltz struck out two hitters.  The game itself stood up to the hype.  Both pitchers threw great games, but Smoltz got the better of Glavine thanks to some amazing defense behind him (two plays by Renteria, one great one by Prado at third and a truly amazing run-saving play from Kelly Johnson at second) and Matt Diaz supplying all the power the Braves needed (ok, Francoeur gets credit for the first run with a sac fly, but I’m biased).  In the end, Wickman came in and did the usual heart burn inducing closer routine, just getting out of it with the save and securing Smoltz’s 200th win (actually, Kelly Johnson booted a ground ball, so Wickman doesn’t get all the heart burn credit).

Katy works late on Thursdays and had to work this morning, so I took Mom to her first game in somewhere around 10 years.  She’s not sure, but it doesn’t seem that she’s been to Turner Field before, so it was probably even longer than that (I think Turner Field opened in ‘97, the year after the Olympics).  She had a blast, though, and so did I.  Truly a great game, I love it when the other fans are into it and cheering on every semi-major moment.

Braves vs. Mets, 05.24.07