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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Thank You Bobby Cox

As a child I spent a lot of time with my grandmother who was an avid Atlanta Braves fan. She was a fan her entire life. My mother still cannot stand to hear baseball on the television because it makes her remember her childhood yearnings to watch anything besides baseball on T.V. I was the first grandchild and I stayed with her every chance I got. From an early age I remember hearing about how handsome Dale Murphey was and how the Braves were a team on the rise.
In 1990, my grandmother's prediction came true when Bobby Cox arrived on the scene as manager (I know he was GM for a few years before). He took the Atlanta Braves from obscurity to the World Series in 1991. I look back on that series and think about how much I hate Kent Hrbeck (I am serious about this, if I ever see him in public I WILL SPIT IN HIS FACE). But now as an adult I have some perspective, that I watched every pitch of one of the top three world series of all time.
I got used to the winning ways of the Atlanta Braves. Like many other Braves fans, I often did not show the proper appreciation for Bobby Cox. But, I can look back on his years with the Braves and say Thank You. Thank you for all of the years that I could hear you cheer your players on after every pitch. Thank you for all of the wins. Thank you for our World Series title. Thank you for keeping team drama in house in an era when players egos run rampant (a la Hanley Ramirez). Thank You Bobby Cox for everything.