So many stories I could tell
I had the world under my spell
Does this even ring a bell?
I wonder because
Don’t you know who I was?
Interest in me dissipated
All my methods antiquated
I’ve been cast away
Lost and friendless today

I made a name for myself
When one could do such a thing
A reputation that’s held
Together by string
And so I chose to cherish those
Who think there’s some purity
To fading into obscurity

What works on paper
Has the tendency to ride on vapor
Sometimes what’s not to love
But then other times what’s to like

I’m unable to tell if I know who I am
A modest success a shill or a sham
I’m not afraid of what I’ve made
But my trajectory
Has me fading into obscurity

These are my favorite lyrics from Sloan. They apply to old retired farts like myself, of course, but they’re even more apt for a team like the 2025 Braves. May this season fade into obscurity… nobly.

I could say some things about this game, but I don’t want to write them and you don’t need to read them.

This season was not good, folks. But, speaking only for myself, it gave a lot of hours of emotion, good and bad — life. The irony is that you use sports to escape life, but at its best, it simulates life. This year sucked… but pitchers and catchers report in 5 months.

One last note: lolMets