This is an angst-free season. They stink, we know they stink. We don’t have to worry about where they are in the rankings – they’re either at or right next to the bottom. But, as my brother says, a day at the ballpark is still a nice day.
We’re No. 1!
🙂 Go Braves!
Ditto, Boo.
Remember when all sports were local. I hate to admit it, but I’m old to remember when almost every small town like the one I grew up in had there own team. Game nights were events, you saw everyone you knew, kids running around the stands (me). Game nights were like a carnival every week during the summer. Although men would discuss them in the barber shop, W/L records were largely irrelevant. They may have been bums, but they were our bums. Yes, there really were such times in America.
Your brother is right. Also works well on a warm summer night.