America's Pastime

I like baseball. Mike loves baseball. He played all through college and will watch any game, any team, any time. For me, there is really only one, maybe two teams worth watching. As a good ole Georgia Peach, I cheer for the true team from the South - the Atlanta Braves. I have chopped my whole life. When I visit home in the summer, I always make a special request to go to a Braves game at Turner Field. When in DC, I was That Girl wearing my Braves' hat and jersey to the Nats' games.

Mike and I at the Braves Game, Turner Field, Atlanta, July 2010

So, for those that follow baseball, you can imagine my disappointment earlier this week when my team went down in the flames of infield errors and cold bats. And it was doubly heartbreaking knowing long-time manager Bobby Cox hung up his cleats (which he wore every game to the end) for the last time.

So could someone please explain to me why our television is showing Yankees (yuck) and Rangers playing? From my point of view, the season has ended. (Side bar, thank you TBS for broadcasting all the games so that I can see them 2,500 miles away. But you still aren't forgiven for taking the Braves off your nightly summer line-up.)