With the clouds finally (fingers crossed) parting to reveal the the healthy (?) return of Chipper and McCann and a possibly hangover-free evening for me full of strange ethnic food, maybe now is the time for the Braves to reel off 23 straight wins, which should be good enough to put them in second at the very least.
Yes, now that I think on it this seems highly probable; the pieces, including the death of our beloved announced, are set perfectly in place for a miraculous comeback. I’m suggesting some crazy shit here, I know, but I believe that the spirit of Skip and the bats of Chipper and McCann will lead us forth into the promised land. Lord, whatever sins I’ve committed in the past I’ve easily paid for ten times over today with this horrendous and slippery hangover; right now I’m kind feeling like you owe me one.



