Friday, December 26, 2008

Impending Post-Season has me thinking......

As the end of college football season is rapidly approaching, I have been reflecting on post seasons of my childhood. The post season did not always end in the beginning of January. There was a time when the Atlanta Braves reigned supreme and the post season was over by mid to late October. I am of course referring to the infamous Atlanta Braves. How could one forget the worst to first season of 1991? I was at the ripe age of 11 and quite into the season to say the least. I didn't take on hobbies lightly, a quality I still possess today, and was proud to say that I attended 18 home games that season. I don't really want to discuss the outcome of the series. It is a wrinkle in time (bad literary comparison but still sounds good) that most Atlantans prefer not to remember. But I can recall almost every moment of the series and I know that makes me only one of several.

I was cut from the same cloth that my father was. There is no mistaking that. When I turned 25 years old he deemed that I was old enough to possess my "personal profile" and with that, I was given a legal file containing my most inportant documents. Along with several gold coins (sweet, gold is at an all time high!), my social security card, and my baptismal certificate, some of the most awesome documents I would ever read were bestowed upon me. My dad took me to Game 4 of the 1991 World Series. The first game ever to be played in Atlanta Fulton County Sadium. Up until this point my claim to fame was my Dale Murphy autographed baseball, given to me by my very generous cousin, Frank B (surely he knew what a treasure he was giving up???). But there was an essay that my dad gave me that was authored on October 23, 1991 that I have read multiple times since that date has past and I figure any baseball fan will enjoy. Since this post is already long enough, I will include the essay/short story on my next post. Feel free to comment as I feel it warrants comments, and selfishly, I have never received a comment! Hope you enjoy it as much as I have!!!

1 comments:

Your Old Man said...

Glad to know you finally read it. This was as good as learning that Sam actually knows what I do for a living.

Seriously, it was a tad sentimental, but baseball and parenting have that effect on me. (BTW, the typos are yours, not mine.)