Braves Journal Nation:

I’m here to announce a change that, if all goes right, you wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t announced it. Ryan is stepping down as chief-bottle-washer here at Braves Journal and I will be assuming his position, bottle brush in hand. He’s not going anywhere, so if you hate his content you will be able to continue to do so. If you follow him on X, I suspect his informative hot takes will continue unabated as well. If you hate me, well, I commend your savvy taste. There aren’t enough of you, though, so I keep doing it. And I’m not going to be posting on X, so I don’t think you’re going to have to put up with a lot more of me.

There are no real changes planned here — we may get a few fewer game threads, so that live comments on a Wednesday game will probably be awkwardly stuck at the bottom of the Tuesday recap, And The Bar may be retired to simply return to a long string of comments attached to the regular posts; I’m not completely sure about that yet. We will continue to post as long as we have stuff to post, and the posters: Ryan, Alex, Tfloyd, Rob, Snowshine, etc. are unchanged so far as I know. If you, sainted reader, would like to join the roster of aging Braves Journal immortals and contribute frequently or infrequently, let me know.

I have reached into the past to make some important staffing changes to reduce the burden on me. blazon has been made poetry editor and iheartemmastone is now in charge of website security. I haven’t told either of them (or indeed know where to find either of them) so you shouldn’t either. All of this is to say that all old grudges have been reset. Anybody can come back who wants to, and you can stay until you piss me off. And I’ve got a pretty high boiling point. That said, this is still Mac’s Joint, and the Prime Thomason Directive will be enforced ruthlessly: no political discussion, and arch baseball comments whose main thrust is indirectly political will be tolerated, but in extremely small doses. Pure baseball disagreements are not only tolerated but celebrated, at least until an invisible line is crossed from light to heat.

I’d like to announce another change that isn’t really a change — it’s just something we’re trying to make happen that we’ve tried to make happen before without success — we’re still going to try to have a Braves Journal get-together at Truist Park on some languid weekend evening this year. The logistics of this are complicated, but the desire to make it happen continues unabated. Neither Alex nor I have even been to a game at Truist, but we’re going to try and make this happen anyway.

Ryan is giving up his majordomo role because he has discovered, as did Alex and Rob before him, that this job is too damn much work. I’m too stupid to understand that, but now in the absence of both meaningful employment and nuptial companionship, I’ve got no excuses for not taking my turn. I tried to get my dog to object, but she likes watching baseball. The season starts next week. Play Ball.