I live in a family of Atlanta Braves fans. Thatâ€™s not a bad thing. Itâ€™s turned me into one as well. Growing up, itâ€™s something I never would have guessed I would enjoy so much, but itâ€™s become something that we, as a family, share.
This past weekend, Jill and I took Carter and my mother to Turner Field to watch game 3 of the Braves vs. the Astros. It was the first trip to Turner field for any of us. Before the game, we asked my mom how she got hooked on the Braves.
My mother is the biggest fan of the bunch. She subscribes to ChopTalk (the official Braves magazine) and can tell you stats, trivia and other facts. Since she spends so much time with Carter, it rubbed off on him at an early age. She was determined to get him into baseball. Since heâ€™s now in his third season of playing T-Ball, I would say it worked. Being surrounded by it and helping coach Carterâ€™s T-Ball team, I find myself wanting to watch as many games as I can. Sheâ€™s passed her fandom on to us.
She started watching the Braves with my Granny (her mother). Weâ€™re not sure when Granny became a fan, but we think it was shortly after my grandfather passed away in 1993. At 78, she didnâ€™t drive and we guess she started watching the Braves on TV to pass the time.
While she also watched Basketball, it was the Braves that she was always most interested in. From 2002 â€“ 2006, I was lucky enough to work close by. I was able to eat lunch with her almost every day. She always looked forward to seeing me and I almost always found her waiting in the kitchen when I arrived.
Unless the Braves were playing.
In that case, she would be eating her lunch in her chair and I didnâ€™t exist on game day. When I came in the door, I would give her a quick kiss and she would half-heartedly tell me what there was to eat in the kitchen. She never took her eyes off the game. She rarely spoke during the game. It was clear that during Baseball season, I ranked just below Chipper Jones (her favorite player).
Before the game, my mother joked that everyone always talked how Granny never said anything bad about anyone. That is, unless it came to the Braves. Mom remembers watching a game with Granny, only to hear her mumble something about Chipper Jones not batting as good as he should.
Iâ€™m sad to say that the day I purchased our tickets (great seats â€“ row 17 â€“ behind first base), Granny passed away. We never had our chance to tell her how excited we were to be going, but we sure had fun thinking and talking about her at the game.
Iâ€™ll continue this story in a few days with photos from the game and my impressions of the Braves, Turner Field and game day. Stay tuned