4/09/2004 03:25:00 PM by Tommy

Cubs in Atlanta

It doesn't look like it's in the card for me to make it to Hotlanta this weekend to see the Cubs and the Bravos light it up. It's a little disappointing, as the family's trek to Atlanta Fulton County Stadium for the Cubs weekend was a yearly (and sometimes twice yearly) event.

Now that we have roughly 70 teams playing in the NL now, the Cubs typically only make it to Atlanta once a year.

I thought that I'd missed them last year. And then a little thing called the NLDS popped up, and I was lucky enough to head down with my buddy Steven and my folks to see Kerry "I Kill You With Baseball" Wood and his friends beat the Braves.

It was probably the most fun I ever had at a baseball game. Atlanta is such a horrible, spoiled sports town. It was nice to see a lot of Cub fans at the game, and it was nice to see the Braves fans get riled enough by the invasion to make it a pretty rockin' night at Turner Field.

(Still, their fans aren't good enough to sell out the next game...my sister and her boyfriend walked up and got two in the upper deck an hour before gametime for Game 2)

Who knows? Maybe I'll get to see it again in the fall.

Can't afford it this weekend. Damned porno and crack habit.

The Braves got hammered by the Mets' bats in their opening series. I'd say Bobby Cox has already kicked his dog at least once this week whenever he thought about the bullpen (which includes, I was surprised to learn, BSTommy's least favorite six-fingered freak, Antonio Alfucksucka--I just hadn't paid attention to where the hack landed).

The Braves offense was stout. Hopefully Carlos Zambrano can go past the fifth for the Cubbies and hammer down a Braves offense that, three games in, has shown that it doesn't need the homer to manufacture runs.

Holy Shit. What a novel concept. Patient, table-setting contact hitters who work deep into counts at the top of the order with a little bit of solid-hitting thunder in the middle and bottom of the order, manufacturing runs with singles, doubles and the occasional dong.

Of course, I think I could probably hit the Mets' bullpen. But still, it's an interesting way to go about offense, especially considering the Dusty Philosophy of "Close Your Eyes and Hack...You Might Hit Something...."

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