You Might Be a Braves Fan If…

 

You never felt stupid doing the Tomahawk Chop.

You can still picture exactly where Chief Nocahoma’s teepee used to be when you walk through the “Green Lot”.

The words “Dale Murphy  has been traded to Philadelphia” make you cry. 

The words “Tom Glavine is now a Met” make you cry.

The words “Braves are World Champs!” make you cry.

You still love Ted Turner in spite of how crazy he could be because you know the Braves wouldn’t be where they are today if it weren’t for him.

You argue to death with any true baseball fan about how many more WS championships the Braves would’ve had if they had won 14 consecutive divisional titles during say…the ’80’s… or ’70’s… or really anytime prior to the ridiculous playoff system we have now where second place teams have an equal shot at World Series rings.

You can remember chanting “Bobby, Bobby, Bobby…” at least one of those 135 times.

You’ve ever dressed up like a hot dog to go to the Ted.

You’ve ever worn a chef’s hat to go to the Ted.

The words “Tom Glavine is now a Brave…again” make you cry.

You’re convinced Mike Hampton is made of glass.

You’re convinced John Smoltz is made of steel.  

You’re convinced that back to back MVP seasons, 7 All Star appearances, 5 Gold Gloves, 740 consecutive games (11th longest in MLB history), 4 Silver Slugger awards, a Roberto Clemente Award, Lou Gehrig Award, 398 HR’s, 1266 RBI’s, has got to be good enough for the Hall of Fame.  But it doesn’t matter you don’t get to vote.

You believe Braves vs Mets is every bit as good if not better than Red Sox vs Yankees.

You also believe the same about Braves vs Phillies.  

You remember where you were and what you were doing on April 8th, 1974.

You remember where you were and what you were doing when Sid slid. Which reminds you of when Barry Bonds was skinny.

You remember “The Catch”. 

You wish you were coaching third when Lonnie Smith rounded second in Game 7 in the Metrodome. Not so you could’ve directed him better, but so it wouldn’t be such a far walk to go right up and pop him in the face.  

You think Kent Hrbek is a criminal.  

You remember where you were and what you were doing on October 21, 1995. 

You know what the numbers 3, 21, 35, 41, 44, mean.  

You know what the numbers 29, 47, 10, 6 will also mean someday soon.

You currently own, or have owned, a foam Tomahawk.

The number 14 makes you cry.

The number 715 makes you cry.

The word “asterix” means something to you.  

The number 755 still means something to you.  

You remember The Launching Pad.

 You remember the fire of ‘93 and “Welcome to Atlanta, Crime Dog!”

You hate that the Marlins won two World Championships after winning the Wild Card and then promptly sold each player from those championship teams.

You know what a “Lemmer” is.

You think every Braves game, for the rest of time, no matter what should always be broadcasted on TBS.

You still know exactly where Poncey was and where the Magnolia once stood, which doesn’t necessarily mean you’re a Braves fan but you’ve spent a lot of years in Atlanta. 

You named one of your pets “Murphy”. 

The words “new streak” are inspiring to you. 

The words “Opening Day” give you goose bumps.

 

 

Keep Choppin’ Braves fans,

JB in ATL 

 

 

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