When I was a young
girl and television was broadcast in black and white, I remember joining my dad
in the living room to watch the New York Yankees play. I became enamored with
the game and players like Yogi Berra, Whitey Ford, Roger Maris, Tony Kubek, Mel
Stottlemeyer and Mickey Mantle. The
games were called by LA Dodgers HOFer Pee Wee Reese and St. Louis Browns’ HOFer
Dizzy Dean on NBC and by Pee Wee and Curt Gowdy on CBS. My dad would always laugh when ‘ol Dizzy
would say, “He slud into third.”
According to club
chronology, the Boston Beaneaters changed their name to the Braves in
1907. The Braves played their first game
in Milwaukee in 1953. Their first season
in Atlanta was 1966. They played in what
was arguably the worst-kept field in baseball—Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium—where,
in 1971, “Hammerin’ Hank” Aaron hit his 600th homerun. Just three years later, he broke the Babe’s
homerun record by smashing No. 715 off Dodgers’ lefty Al Downing.
Throughout the 1970’s
and 80’s the Braves were pretty much the worst team in baseball, but when Ted
Turner decided to buy the team in 1976 he began broadcasting the Braves’ game
on TBS and after a while the Braves
became known as America’s Team garnering fans everywhere as Pete Van Wieren,
Skip Caray, and Joe Simpson called the games.
The Braves made
history in 1991 after going from worst to first to reach the World Series. I never forgave the Twins’ Kent Hrbek for his
thug play at first base in game two. It
was a highly controversial play in which Hrbek grabbed Ron Gant’s leg and
pulled him off the base. The call by
umpire Drew Coble was ranked as one of the Top Ten Worst baseball calls by both
ESPN and
Sports
Illustrated. I know what you’re
thinkin’. You’re thinkin’ I’m biased in
favor of my boys, but I challenge you to watch the video. Even announcers Tim McCarver and Jack Buck
knew it was a bad call and said so on air.
The Braves went on to
play in the 1992 World Series losing to the Toronto Blue Jays, but, but there
was yet another chance for glory in 1995 as World Series Champions against the
Cleveland Indians.
I had me some kind of
a serious crush on Steve Avery, Atlanta’s young pitching phenom. There was also Smoltzie and Maddux and
Glavine whom I adored. Hell, I loved all
those guys.
And so it was for 30
years until the advent of ESPN when
ratings began to plummet and Turner ended the affiliation between TBS and the Braves.
I had been on the
road with my employer from 2002 until 2007 and it was a joy to be able to tune
into a game and wash away the dreck of the day.
When I came off the road, I was working the night shift, usually 1 to
9:30 PM or 2 to 10:30 PM and wasn’t able to follow the boys from Atlanta.
Now that I am
retired, I can sit back with my furkid Sophie and enjoy Braves baseball once
again, not on TBS but on Fox Sports South and Sports South. Old friend Joe Simpson is still calling the
games. Though Skip Caray has joined dad
Harry Caray in the broadcast booth in Heaven, son Chip Caray is in the booth
with Joe and occasionally former pitcher Tom Glavine will join them.
Things change over
the years as they always do. The Braves
in conjunction with Sun Trust Bank are building a new stadium in Cobb County,
Georgia. It will be incredibly easier to
get to the park there than in downtown Hotlanta. I’m looking forward to that.
I’m planning on
visiting my friend again next week and the following week I will be at the Ted
(Turner Field) to watch my boys beat Charles Krauthammer’s beloved Washington
Nationals. If you watch the games, look for me behind the Braves
dugout, chanting the war chant and tomahawk choppin’ with the best of ‘em and
during the 7th-inning stretch when it’s time to sing “Take Me Out To The Ball
Game” I’ll be the one singing the loudest.
I should be easy to pick out from the crowd. I’ll be wearing a home jersey, Braves ball
cap and I’ll have a beer in my hand.
I’ll get to the
stadium a couple of hours early to watch batting practice and get some
autographs to add to my other Braves memorabilia Look out Dr. Krauthammer, your Nats are going to lose.
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