Monday, October 4, 2010

Remember the time? I surely do

Let's dig deep for this one, pals, readers, pals and readers (in that glamor category known as followers).

There used to be a time....

when the Atlanta Braves were fully capable of making the baseball playoffs without "help."

There used to be a time...

when the Atlanta Braves could run the bases without doubling up in exhaustion or surprise.

There used to be a time ...

when the Atlanta Braves were favorites in the postseason instead of an after-thought, when bunting toward thiri.

There used to be a time.

See, things used to be different, so very different. The Atlanta Braves celebrated (oh, the joy of winning 14 straight division titles, or deciding which of our Cy Young Candidates would pitch or which of our tough outs would hit third).

There used to be a time.

Remember when? Remember when the bed clothes were just that? Remember when to every season there was a time? Remember when the little things mattered so much? Gee, I do, I really do.

But this isn't that time. Now we're a baseball team, with baseall priorities and baseball sense. Now we will put together our lineup, try to get six innings out of our starting pitcher, try to coax one more inning out of our starter and moan when he can't do it. Now, we're coping and we're trotting out to the mound, but forewarned is fore-prepared. We have travelled across this country since Sunday afternoon, looking at preparation charts and such. We're ready to hit and field and pitch.

Let the games begin, the way they used to when I could remember when.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Quit crying you could always go back to the Dale Murphy years