And the home of the Brave(s)..

When i was little i said home of the braves...i'm from atlanta. it made sense.

As post-baseball season starts and my dear braves are not in the running, i feel obliged to do some sort of ode to the braves.

i remember braves' days in elementary school complete with tomahawks on our faces and red and blue ribbons our hair. ok. let's be honest. my sister probably had ribbons around her cute little braids. my mom was lucky to get my hair in a ponytail.

i remember the fourth of july games when our nosebleed section seats suddenly became desirable as the fireworks show began. i also remember my same sister sitting next to me trying not to past out from fright and my parents trying to tell me not to make fun of her. have you ever seen a person do a one armed wave while still being glued to her seat? well it is hilarious.

smoltzy, spoony, chippy..and any other player the crazy man in front of us put a 'y' on..

my beloved andruw jones. i should really move on but i just loved him.

boiled peanuts. normal peanuts. hot dogs. frozen lemonade.

knowing what player is batting because of what music is playing.

the seventh inning stretch and the grounds crew. always one of my favorite parts.

bobby cox.

watching games at my grandparents' house with my opa saying it can't get much worse and my oma telling me to look at LaRoche's swing.

i think there are two things you can count on besides death and taxes which is family and baseball. although college football is a close third.