It’s official, the Braves post season is officially non-existent. The 14yr. run ends here. And quite eloquently the clincher wasn’t a loss, it was a rain-out. The whole season seemed wet and soggy. I vow every year that this is my last, but each spring I forget the pain of frustration.

So I’ll be back with the hope of a new season (because this one couldn’t get any worse).

Are you a glutton for punishment too? How so?

So where is that point in life when hope is officially dead? Right now it seems for the Atlanta Braves. Less the ‘comeback kids’, and more the ‘how are they going to blow it this time’guys, the Braves find themselves in a bad situation. We’ve got 32 games left and are 19 games back from the Mets and 4 games back in the wild card.

Proverbs 13:12 says that, “hope deferred makes the heart sick.” Well, in some prophetic way Soloman must have been talking about the Braves. And I wish I could say that it was just this season that makes my heart sick. But, 14 years and one World Series ring?

Yes, my heart is sick, but for some reason I keep coming back for more. I still have hope in this season. I still watch the games waiting for a spark or something. I still hope that there is a postseason for Atlanta. I still have hope.