For all of you interested in hearing what my voice sounds like, you might want to head over to Ducksnorts and listen to Geoff's latest podcast. I come in at around the 5:45 mark, just after the R.E.M. (thanks Geoff) and say a few things about the Atlanta Braves. I'm not sure what software Geoff's using, but it does a nice job taking out most of the Southern drawl. I promise it's there. You can take the boy out of Alabama...
Anyway, for those of you coming here by way of Ducksnorts, you'll notice that this isn't exactly a baseball blog. In fact, this could be best described as a "flavor of the day" blog, but I do have the occasional baseball-related item.
In light of the podcast, I thought I would do something I've been meaning to do for a while. Here are the five baseball memories I wish I could forget:
5) 1990 Season. I lived in Atlanta in 1990. I went to over twenty games. The Braves won once, the second game of a doubleheader against the soon-to-be World Champion Reds. A year later, the Braves would make it to the World Series and I would be living six hours away, unable to see any games except on television, leaving me to wonder why I couldn't have waited a year to move away from Atlanta.
4) 1998 NLCS. My first October living in San Diego and I had to experience the defeat of my Braves at the hands of the Padres. I'll always remember sitting in my living room hearing the hoots and the honking horns. I tried to get away from the noise, but a trip to Home Depot resulted in seeing every street corner decorated with exuberant Padres fans. Even inside the store, I had to hear the game being replayed over the intercom. Unfortunately for Padres fans, that was their last taste of glory. That just means I have to see the last out and resulting celebration replayed ad infinitum. In a way, that's why I'm pulling for the Padres to win their division this year. No more 1998 highlights San Diego. Please.
3) Gene Garber. Imagine being seven years old and being told by a Major League baseball player who you've asked for his autograph to go back to your seat, to not bother him. That's what Garber did to me. I was crushed. Still don't ask for autographs. Still hate Gene Garber.
2) 1996 World Series. Jim Leyritz. Mark Wohlers. Damn Yankees. Luckily I was so drunk the night the Yankees came back to win the game that turned the series around for the Bombers that I don't have vivid memories of it. But I've seen it since--numerous times--on ESPN Classic. Let's just say that I'm glad I was drunk.
1) 1991 World Series. The Braves go from worst to first in 1991 and square off with the Minnesota Twins in one of the best World Series in history. It should have ended in six, but the round mound of <deleted> Kirby Puckett hit a home run to send it to a seventh game where the Braves would eventually lose in an absolutely excruciating nail biter. Forever made me dislike Jack Buck and anything associated with Minnesota or Twins.