The Braves lost again tonight, 5-4, meaning they were just swept at home by the Brewers.  It’s the kind of performance we’ve come to expect in this miserable and frustrating season.

Spencer Strider gave up all five runs on 11 hits in 4 2/3.  The pen held them from there, giving the team a chance to overcome an early 5-1 deficit. And come back they did, but, since this is 2025, they came up one run short.  Michael Harris homered in the ninth to cut it to 5-4, but it was too little too late.

For me, this time of year is especially frustrating, knowing beyond all doubt that there will be no October baseball for our Braves. I’ve become spoiled over the past 35 seasons.  In the Braves’ first 25 seasons in Atlanta, they only made the playoffs twice, and in most of the other seasons they entered August with little or no chance of October baseball.  Since 1991, our guys have been in the postseason 25 times. 

I realize that I’ve come to take October baseball for granted. Back in the 70’s and 80’s, I always enjoyed the postseason, even without the presence of my favorite team. It’s harder for me now to enjoy October when the Braves aren’t one of the teams.

The Braves trip to Bristol this past weekend was partly a celebration of the heritage of American country music.  Few country music stars were as talented as Merle Haggard.  The Hag wrote many great songs; Mama Tried, Silver Wings, and Sing Me Back Home are some of my favorites. He also wrote one of the great Christmas songs, If We Make it Through December, about finding hope in a very difficult time.  I’m turning to Merle to help me find that spirit of hope.

If we make it through October
Everything’s gonna be all right, I know
It’s the hardest time of the season

When our team sits with nowhere to go

We got an awful lot of injuries
And their timing’s not the greatest in the world
Heaven knows we had high hopes
Wanted October to be right for all the fans

I don’t mean to hate October
It’s meant to be the happy time of year
But it’s miserable to watch those other teams
When our team gives us nothing to cheer

If we make it through October
Everything’s gonna be all right, I know
It’s the hardest time of the season

When our team sits with nowhere to go

If we make it through October
Got plans to be in a better place next summer time
Maybe even back in contention
If we make it through October, we’ll be fine

I’d like to be the kind of fan who finds the small joys and delights in each game, even when you are nearly 20 games out in August.   But “Wait till next year” is also a time-honored way for baseball fans to hang on in the dark times.  That’s about all I have for now.