You had to know a grand slam was coming. You could look around, notice they were playing in Atlanta (if you had the privilege of watching). Or you could peer into the Mets dugout, and locate Willie Randolph's dopey face. The signs of doom were there. In what was undoubtedly meant to be a character building episode, Willie left Sosa in to face Kelly after Sosa loaded the bases up to their breaking point in the 7th. Sosa had much more success with the Atlanta grounds crew than he had with the bubbas with bats in their hands. And that was the game, not particularly surprising.
Here are my game notes:
John Maine was sunk.
Castillo and Wright, missing in action
I don't know how to manage a bullpen, but I am increasingly suspicious that neither does Willie.
Let's never speak of this again.