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Column: World Series especially sweet for longtime Braves fans
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Shannon Casas

The flag on the mailbox of my childhood home was painted to look like a tomahawk. My brother at least once, I think, had a tomahawk shape buzzed into his haircut. 

I recall the voice of Skip Caray on the radio and names like Greg Maddux, Tom Glavine, David Justice and, of course, Bobby Cox. 

In other words, I grew up in the golden era of the Braves. They went to the World Series in 1991, 1992, 1995, 1996 and 1999. 

I remember when they won in ’95 and it seemed there were T-shirts getting hawked on every corner declaring the win, many with a photo of the players’ celebrating.

I remember the pumpkins at Halloween being carved in Braves themes. I think our neighborhood might have featured one Cleveland Indian pumpkin.

I don’t remember specific moments from the games or the moment they won. Honestly, I have no idea if I even watched the games. But I did grow up a Braves fan.

Now, in 2021 the Braves are playing in the World Series again. And I hope my children will have fond memories of the Braves going to the World Series despite not watching a single minute of a game. Because every one of these games starts after 8 p.m. And that is too late.

The games back in the ’90s weren’t much earlier, but a 7:20 p.m. start time sounds quite a lot better than 8:09 p.m. For one, 7:20 is before bedtime and 8:09 is after.

I know, I know, the networks get to decide when to air the games, and they’re going to do it at whatever time they can make the most money. But baseball games are long. 

I’m not the only person or parent who is going to watch seven innings and then give up. I mean, it’s baseball — there’s just no telling how long you might have to stay up to see who wins. 

The only thing longer than a baseball game is my day, which starts at 6:45 a.m. There are those people who don’t need eight hours of sleep, but I am not one of them. In fact, I’d prefer nine. 

Now, I’d be flexible with our boys’ bedtime for a night or two, but we can’t actually watch the game at all, wide eyed or asleep.

A lot has changed since the 1990s, and one of those things is that we cut the cord. I’m not generally a big sports fan, and I just don’t need access to ESPN or Fox or TBS. 

But if there is a game I might watch on TV, it’s Atlanta baseball. The networks don’t seem to have a good fair weather fan option, though.

Pair that late start time and lack of cable, and I guess it’s no World Series watching for us.

I’d like to join this moment of coming together to cheer on the Braves. Instead, I’m catching up on how the game went by scrolling through the comments on my Facebook feed. I gather Game 1 went well, and Game 2 did not.

That, of course, is not the same as watching a good play or seeing a home run. I can’t exclaim about how good that play was or make my own post about that home run.

So, go Braves! I’ll be cheering you in my dreams.


Shannon Casas is editor in chief of The Times and a North Hall resident. 

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