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I don’t remember exactly when I started watching baseball but it must have been around 1997. I had never been to a game or even played it, but TBS and WGN always had baseball on in the summer. I’d flip between the Braves and the Cubs, still too early to have any preference on which team I watched
But as the summer dragged on I started noticing this crazy old dude the Braves had for a manager named Bobby Cox
Smoltz or Maddux or Chipper would be on the wrong end of a bad call and out of nowhere there went Bobby to give whatever umpire unfortunate enough to be wrong a piece of his mind.
Eventually it became a tradition, especially when my grandma would come to visit. I’d sit there in the living room while my parents put my siblings to bed, she’d sit in her rocker, and we’d watch the Braves together. Even better if there was a mist falling outside. She always loved a good mist. I never understood it. It misted on my wedding day. It misted on the day we buried her
Fast forward 30 years and my wife and I are in Atlanta to see the Braves in a World Series. When I started watching baseball the Braves had just come off their only ring so I never got to see them win
We’re sitting there in the 40 degree weather getting soaked slowly by the rain that was falling. I was kind of irritated that the weather was so bad.
I was just texting my brother to complain about my bad luck when my mom responded to a video I sent of the weather with “I see Nana sent the mist”.
That text hit me like a ton of bricks. My head filled with flashbacks of summer nights watching a sport neither of us even understood. I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that we were winning that World Series.
This team doesn’t exist without all the teams Bobby built before, the legacy he built in Atlanta.
Thank you for everything Bobby!!!!! Rest easy king
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