I want to make clear that I am not writing this post as an "excuse" about the Braves Collapse. They collapsed, they were terrible, it sucks. Mark Bradley of the Atlanta Journal Constitution called it an "Epic Collapse", and that is true, but.. in my life... there has been no correlation between baseball, and what happens to me in real life.
Most everyone who follows baseball knows that the Braves won their only World Series in 1995. It was awesome that they won, but that year was one of the worst in my life, because my maternal grandmother.. who my mom and I loved dearly..., passed away. While I was of course thrilled that the Braves won the Series, it was one wonderful moment in an otherwise painful year.
As most everyone on the forum knows, my mom is fighting cancer. She has a scan coming up soon. Hopefully, God Willing, that scan will show that the cancer has shrunk. If that happens, does anyone think I will even worry about the Braves blowing their big lead?
I didnt even really follow baseball in 2011 as much as I usually do, because of all the time spent in NJ, and the hospitalizations.
The two people I despise the most in the world, my father, and my assistant.. are fans of teams that made it to post season. My father is a lifelong Yankees fan, and my assistant is a Phillies fan. While I have no doubt that the two of them are loving every minute of the Braves collapse, thinking of how "upset" I would be over it, it truly doesnt matter in the long run.
Hopefully, God Willing, my mom will be okay, and I can spend more time at home in 2012 enjoying the Braves, and they will be successful. Sure, I'm disappointed that they blew the big lead, and didnt make it. However, last night when they lost, I had almost like a mocking laugh for a minute at how ridiculous it was, and then thought to myself. "Okay, season's over for me, now I have to turn my attention to mom". That perspective made it easier to swallow. In past years, before my mom's cancer, I would have been screaming at the TV, pissed for days, etc. Not this year. This year I know there is something far more important than baseball. If my idiot assistant, and my asshole father, want to gloat, let them. If God Willing my mom is okay, I'll have the last say.
Mitch
Most everyone who follows baseball knows that the Braves won their only World Series in 1995. It was awesome that they won, but that year was one of the worst in my life, because my maternal grandmother.. who my mom and I loved dearly..., passed away. While I was of course thrilled that the Braves won the Series, it was one wonderful moment in an otherwise painful year.
As most everyone on the forum knows, my mom is fighting cancer. She has a scan coming up soon. Hopefully, God Willing, that scan will show that the cancer has shrunk. If that happens, does anyone think I will even worry about the Braves blowing their big lead?
I didnt even really follow baseball in 2011 as much as I usually do, because of all the time spent in NJ, and the hospitalizations.
The two people I despise the most in the world, my father, and my assistant.. are fans of teams that made it to post season. My father is a lifelong Yankees fan, and my assistant is a Phillies fan. While I have no doubt that the two of them are loving every minute of the Braves collapse, thinking of how "upset" I would be over it, it truly doesnt matter in the long run.
Hopefully, God Willing, my mom will be okay, and I can spend more time at home in 2012 enjoying the Braves, and they will be successful. Sure, I'm disappointed that they blew the big lead, and didnt make it. However, last night when they lost, I had almost like a mocking laugh for a minute at how ridiculous it was, and then thought to myself. "Okay, season's over for me, now I have to turn my attention to mom". That perspective made it easier to swallow. In past years, before my mom's cancer, I would have been screaming at the TV, pissed for days, etc. Not this year. This year I know there is something far more important than baseball. If my idiot assistant, and my asshole father, want to gloat, let them. If God Willing my mom is okay, I'll have the last say.
Mitch
