MY Day

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever picture today.

My amazing son, Daniel, briefed the Atlanta Braves right in front of me, telling them how the Joint Operations Center worked.  Front row was my hero, Fredi Gonzalez sitting with Frank Wren.  Next row Jason Heyward,, Mike Minor, BJ Upton and Eric O'Flaherty.

Oh my.

I just about had a cow.

I think the players are talented, gifted and extraordinary athletes, but the manager and the general manager?  Their brilliant strategy keeps the game going.  I'd love to know what goes on in their heads each game.  Frank Wren marched right up to Daniel, extending his hand, "Hi, I'm Frank Wren."

Oh my goodness.

I got to meet them all in that small room banked with huge screens where they'd monitored the previous day's tornadoes, Army men not able to leave their JOC until GEMA released them 12 hours later.  Georgia had a significant weather mess yesterday.  We had impressive rainfall and zero tornado warnings.

"Give me your phone number and I'll call you in the dugout to give you advice," I'd told a super nice Fredi Gonzalez who didn't take the bait.

"That's OK," I went on, "I'll just yell louder at the TV," as if that's even possible.

Daniel suggested that Gonzalez make a run for Boby Cox's famous game ejection stats.  Talk about impossible.  That record will never be broken.  And hey, we got to witness most of 'em thank you Ted Turner.

The players are so young, almost shy, cute as they could be.  I seriously had an amazing day.  No other word for it.  I can't wipe this goody grin off my face.

I took off outta here at 6 this morning, Grandma supervising the kids getting to school, I had to get 71 miles in Atlanta's rush hour traffic, not wanting to miss anything.