The Braves Collapse: The Epitome of Southern Anxiety

It grew out of it, so it must be a part of it, right?

Summer baseball, fall football, and church are pretty much the cliches that felt apart of my southern boyhood, and all those things taught me that most heroes are destined for tragedy: Moses couldn't reach the Promised Land. Jesus was crucified. Robert E. Lee surrendered. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated. Eric Zeier couldn't overcome Spurrier. Bill Clinton was impeached. And the Braves, well, the Braves pretty much lose (except for in '95) once autumn comes.

Hang In There: Watching the Braves Struggle

I threw a remote yesterday. I didn't want to do it, but my fiancee was on the phone with her mom, making plans for my future, while the Atlanta Braves were simultaneously letting go of theirs, and throwing the remote was all I could do to quit from screaming. They say love hurts, and I hope it doesn't; but if it's anything like baseball than it's got to be absolutely devastating.