While John Montefusco is the most famous Count to have played in MLB (though far from the only player of noble birth, viz. King Kelly and Felix Hernandez) there was another Count, Leo Tolstoy, who wrote a number of first-rate baseball-themed novels. In one of them, Anna Karenina, (spoiler alert: this is the one where the title heroine is run over by the train carrying the St. Louis Browns on a barnstorming tour through central Russia) he begins:

My respect for my readers here means I don’t have to provide the usual translation:

All happy families are alike, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

If Braves Journal Nation is anything, it is a family.  And I have some grim news: at the moment, we are a happy family.  As pleasant as that might be, it is hell on earth for a website, which, for better or worse, thrives on the singularity which is any particular form of unhappiness.  We are now 24 games into the season and I doubt even Sam Hutcheson or Coach or Chief Nocahoma or even IheartEmmaStone could find something to dislike about the construction or performance of the team.  Even the things that aren’t going well are somehow understood to be the normal ebb and flow of baseball.  No one thinks Olson sucks or that Riley has lost his eye – they just aren’t hitting.

So I’m making a request: whatever you do in the comments to this website, or in comments here generally, BE UPSET ABOUT SOMETHING.  I’ve been racking what’s left of my brain to find something to be upset about.  Folks, I’m stumped.  Let’s find some unhappiness.

The Cleveland Guardians

I’ll lay down a marker here: there is no stupider nickname of any team in any sport.  I can sorta get getting rid of Indians, though Braves fans are clearly on thin ice there.  And Chief Wahoo definitely had to go.  But naming your team after a few statues in town is ridiculous.  Partly, of course, it’s Cleveland’s own fault that they aren’t really known for anything in particular.  I spent a pleasant weekend in Cleveland about 35 years ago, but I don’t think that forms the basis for a nickname.  There are other bad nicknames that are holdovers from former homes like Lakers and Jazz, but there is no real excuse for Guardians. How about the Grovers?  It’s no worse than Buffalo Bills.

The Game

The good news is that I’m in Atlanta during baseball season for the first time in years.  The bad news is that I’m attending my 50th high school reunion and I had no time to attend, or even watch, tonight’s game.  (I could wax eloquent about the transformation of the Westminster campus, but that’s a little far afield.) But what happened is pretty simple: Chris Sale gave up a leadoff homer to Steven Kwan and then shut the Grovers down. Tyler Matzek gave up a run (which to be fair was Grybo’d by Minter) in the 9th to bookend the Cleveland scoring, and in the innings in between the Braves scored six times with contributions from the usual suspects, including the now ten-toed Ozzie Albies.  The happy family had another happy game and is now 18-6. There is literally no reason, even allowing for injury, that this team can’t do this routinely. All happy teams are alike… and so are the recaps.