A quick double off the bat of Gerald Williams knocked the first string loose. A sacrifice moved the winning run over to third, leaving Rogers unraveling faster than the plot of a Very Special "Blossom." Kenny was hanging by a thin strand--the Metropolitans were a mere 90 feet away from a very long winter.

And then Bobby Valentine proved why he's the biggest turkey this side of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Walking Chipper Jones after Williams' double was understandable. And walking Brian Jordan to set up a force at any base would, in any other situation, be a wise move.

But he obviously forgot who was on the mound. When he walked Jordan, he forced Rogers to throw strikes.

And forcing Kenny Rogers to throw strikes is like forcing Peter Warrick to pay for a T-shirt--it doesn't look like it's ever going to happen.

All Andruw Jones had to do was stand in the batter's box. He never lifted the bat from his shoulder and watched six pitches sail past him.

As he walked to first, Williams ran home, and the Braves celebrated. And Kenny Rogers walked into the clubhouse and started packing.