1. to draw in or contract one’s muscles involuntarily (as from cold or pain)
2. to draw back, bend, crouch, etc., as when afraid; [to] shrink from something dangerous or painful
So what’s cringe-worthy in your life?
Mine? My love of the Atlanta Braves. I love them, follow them, still watch them even though I’m on the west coast. I’ve got such great memories as a kid going to games when the stadium was empty and then later screaming at packed World Series games. But man, oh man, is this a painful, cringe-worthy love affair (especially the past couple of years). Being a Braves fan you develop this sickness in your stomach at some point in the game when you know it could be won, but that they’ll do something to lose it. You know it’s coming and cringe when it happens. The Atlanta Braves are my most cringe-worthy thing.
If you’re not a Braves fan this will all be meaningless. A few weeks back the Atlanta Braves traded and got Mark Teixeria as their new first baseman. Some college kids wrote a song about their love for Tex and now it’s a hit on the Atlanta radio stations.
I love baseball. Each spring I wait for this. And this spring I really, really love baseball - because my team is winning! That’s what it’s all about - the hope of next season.
All last year watching the Atlanta Braves I was waiting for the season to end (it was awful!) hoping for a fresh start. We’ve had such a fresh start so far. The Braves are 8 and 3 and sitting in first place. I know it’s early, but back off! Let me savor it for as long at it lasts.
Watching games is such a family event around here. Sure we’ll watch other sports, but baseball is a journey that we can’t wait to start each April. We watched the game today and then James and I practiced hitting this afternoon in the yard. Spring comes and so does baseball. It doesn’t get any better than this!
Anyone else excited baseball is back?
[And no, I can't bring myself to become a Seattle Mariners fan. I'm a southern boy at heart and I don't believe in the American League. It's just plain wrong. The DH is a sin! Once you've gone to a World Series game with your team - they're your team for life!]
To ease my post-season depression [ie the fact that the Braves have no post season this year], I’ll take you to a magic place called Atlanta Fulton County Stadium back in 1992….
Game 7, 1992 NLCS, Bottom of the 9th, Bases loaded…
Okay as a perennial Braves fan, I have made one cardinal sin. I’m still a fan of Tom Glavine, the long hated pitcher who left the Braves for the dreaded N.Y. Mets. But hey, I’m sorry to say I’m a Glavine fan! I’ve got his rookie cards and a signed baseball. I’m actually pulling for the Mets in the playoffs when Glavine is pitching (so every few games, I’m a Met fan). That’s right baby. Game two of the playoffs (6 scoreless innings) and Game one of the NLCS (7 scorless)! I secretly believe that he’s wearing a Braves uniform under his Met one - that’s how I sleep at night.
I read a recent article on what defines a clutch player, it’s argued that Glavine may be Mr. Clutch when it comes to pitching in the playoffs. Read it here.
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