As I’ve mentioned many times before, I’ve been a hardcore Braves fan since they first announced the move to Atlanta in 1965.  I’ve followed them religiously throughout each season ever since.  Two things characterize my fandom: I’m loyal no matter how the team is doing; and I tend to focus on the positive, always looking for signs of hope.  And in several seasons, the team has brought me great joy.  (My list may be idiosyncratic, but my favorite seasons have been 1966, 1969, 1982, 1991, 1993, 1995, 2005, 2010, 2018, the playoffs in 2020, the last third of 2021, 2022, and 2023)

Yesterday evening, the Braves were rained out once again.  I spent the time I would have been watching the game viewing a movie with our grandchildren.  It was The Parent Trap,  the 1998 version starring Lindsay Lohan, not the original 1961 version with Hayley Mills.  I enjoyed the movie more than I’ve enjoyed most Braves games this season.  And it’s a particularly dumb film!

I started to see the admittedly silly plot of the movie as a metaphor for the Braves season.  These stalwarts of the Braves lineup look and sound identical to the crew that set all those offensive records in 2023, but they couldn’t be the same people, right?  Someone has pulled a switch on us.

OK, I won’t pursue that metaphor any further.  It is true that for whatever reason, I find very little joy in watching the 2024 Braves.  I did find a good deal of joy in watching the movie with the grandkids.  Perhaps the rain helped me focus on priorities.  

Although family is more important than baseball, the Braves will, for better or worse,  remain close to the center of my life.  I assume that AA is working the phones around the clock, and that some time in the next week we will learn of some new additions to the roster, for sure an outfielder who can hit, and possibly a back end starter who can eat innings.  Whatever Alex does, I’ll remain loyal, following the team closely the rest of the way.  And I’ll continue to look for hope where I can find it.  If nothing else, the hitting has been so bad, they are bound to revert somewhat the rest of the way, right? Right?

I’m not a blind optimist.  The late 80’s Braves under Chuck Tanner were really awful.  In one of his annual Abstracts, Bill James cruelly but aptly eviscerated Tanner’s optimistic attitude–and he was right on target. (Hitting Omar the Outmaker Moreno in the leadoff spot for a whole season isn’t optimism, it’s stupidity.) But this team has a lot more going for it than those late 80’s outfits. Truth is, I still like our chances if we make it to the October crapshoot.  And I believe we will make the playoffs.  With Sale and Fried at the top of the rotation and the terrific and deep bullpen, this team could make a strong run. 

The year before Hayley Mills starred in The Parent Trap, she was the title character in the film Pollyanna.  I’ll confess to a bit of Pollyanna in my own attitude.  But it helps me deal with the current frustrations much better than focusing on the negative.

Due to the rainout, yet another day/night doubleheader today.  Chris Sale starts the 12:20 game, and Allan Winans has been called up to pitch the nightcap at 6:10 (before the Braves take a late flight to New York to face the Mets for four).