best game ever!!!

so there we were... tim, christine, myself and wendell. we could smell the grass. notice the chips of paint missing off the dugout. hear the cheers from the visiting team. actually see wrinkles on the face of the third base coach.

and that was just the beginning.

we were at the braves game, the last of a four game series, the second i attended and third wendell and christine had witnessed. the stormy weather forced a u-turn wednesday and a day-night double header yesterday.

there's a new guy on the team they call jeff franceour. just a all-american gwinnett county boy. right up the road, here. he's as handsome as tom cruise and has the body of batman. a smile that could charm him right into the hearts of anyone he so chooses.

we - meaning the thirty-four thousand people at turner field - greeted him with a standing ovation at his first-ever at bat. even after striking out, we did the same thing for his second. and on his third, christine and i worked some voodoo.

we mentioned casually how awesome it would be, especially after two tough strike-outs, it would be for our newest brave to make his debut with a homerun. i told her i'd visualize it in my head so it'd happen.

i just honestly turned around and watched the game, only a fleating moment of thought to a homerun but still the happily ever after thought was there.

did you see the game??? oh my baseball god! the boy - he's a man, yet still a boy - was down in the count. worked the pitcher into a full count. then... then, he slices the ball right into center field, just above the wall. three run homer! that was right before our eyes. amazing.

this was absolutely the best game ever... so much so that i had tears in my eyes thinking about it this morning on the way to work. i have tears now. how all-american? how amazing must he feel? his family? girlfriend? neighbors? strangers like me?

growing up, i always loved baseball. i still do. i would almost sale my soul to have been able to step in his shoes for just that five minutes last night. i probably would have sold my soul if i can have been in his shoes when his dad hugged him afterwards.

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