Ah, yes. As Mac Thomason wrote at Braves Journal, there's "nothing like a dose of the Astros to cure what ails you." Rain loomed for a while Saturday at Turner Field but never came. Eventually, we got some sunlight, but it was never a truly comfortable day. However, the baseball was superb. The crowd was fairly tranquil and tepid early on, except when Jason Heyward came to bat. The guy can't legally drink and Turner Field is already crazy about him. Troy Glaus received some moans and groans early on, but we warmed up to him today. :)
I want to say how ANNOYING the idiots with the quad drums and other conduits to noise-making racket are in front of the stadium. Thank you and goodbye. Here you are trying to enjoy some pre-game conversation, purchase your tickets, and check out some of the monuments, but you can barely process your thoughts because we've got some people thinking we've just showed up for a varsity football jamboree! End of rant.
A beautiful yard.
A good reason why I should have gotten in shape and practiced baseball every day.
So, I made one-sided buddies with this dude I named Stoney.
Stoney tossed back a few beers and enjoyed some pizza on his Saturday out at Turner Field.
Stoney caught Heyward fever shortly after the first inning and returned with a jersey!
Seventh-inning stretch time!
And here we have the worst haircut I think I've ever seen.
View from the seats!
What's a trip to Atlanta without hitting Fogo de Chao?
I was about to burst this time around. Laughing was legitimately difficult, yet so worth it.
And, finally, for the guys of Talking Chop: