Not Really the Big Picture

Mar 11, 2015 -- 1:40pm we are. The middle of March. And we here in Atlanta take a second to assess our lot in life. Not REALLY Big Picture. But close.

 As Sports Fans.

 Here's the landscape..some fact..some opinion.

  The Atlanta Hawks have set this town on the closest thing to its ear like they never (ok..almost never if you feel differently) have in their time in this city.

  It went from "Feel Good & Flukie" to "Where the Hell did this come from" to where I sit today.

  "Sorry Guys. You've set the bar really high. So that means there can be an underachieve. And it will be maddening. And anger inducing."

  In other words..there IS something to lose. I'm NOT playing with House Money. There will be no "Atta Boys" on a less than run to the Eastern Conference Finals.

  I want to type NBA FINALS. Really do. But I'm not good as it/they have been that I can. Because I'm not sure they know HOW to go that far.

  I will say this. They have the best Coach in the East. Point. Blank. Fight me on it if you choose. I'll meet you at 3:00 o'clock in the schoolyard on this one.

  Through osmosis + buy in factor..he has learned that time spent sitting to the right or left of THE best in the business can be a great thing. If you've been watching. And listening.

  Mike Budenholzer has done both.

  The Hawks benefit. Every night. And unless he has a gag gene or personality that I have not seen..not will carry him and them deep into the postseason.

  Sports are built upon the window analogy. When it's open..take advantage. Because someone..someones..something or things is right around a corner looking to shut it. Slam it closed actually.

  We here in this town have had it all pulled out from under us.
  We've had hopes blown to bits.
  Our teams have turned into dumpster fires.
  The Gods have not frowned upon us..they've mocked us.

  This is where I'm supposed to say it will..of course..happen again.

  I won't.

  Not because I'm blind to history.
  Or because I'm a Pollyanna.
  Or a hopeless romantic (code for "Sucker").

 Because its time.

 Not because we're due. Or becuase they're "Good Guys"

 It's because theyve EARNED the right to have me feel so.

(Next up..the State of the Falcons. Then the Braves as they break camp)

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Game ON

Aug 07, 2014 -- 6:03pm

So Fall is right around the corner. September baseball (with a hopeful eye on October) and Football all around us.

Have to believe for a lot of you guys. It’s about to become "Game On" as a sports fan.

So lets try something different.

No predictions. No bold statements. No "Wins-Losses" guessing game. 

How about some good old fashioned fandom with a dash or two of reality and hope?

How about before we all get crazy (and we will) about actual outcomes. We all just take a minute to remember why we 



I'd imagine most of us would come up with the same overall answers. But everyones individual story will be a little different.

Was it handed down from someone in your family? Mom..Dad..Older brother...Uncle? 

Was it a radio "thing"..or a gather round the tv "thing"?

Were you lucky enough to go to a lot of games..or was it a single game or two that got you hooked?

Was it a certain team..or player..or moment that got you so happy or depressed or mad that you realized you were in?

Have you moved and adopted the "home teams"? Or do you root from afar now?

Have you..get to share it with YOUR family now? Kids..extended family..built in rivalries through marriage? (Or divorce)

Best moments? Worst moments? (You know..the ones that "test" us)

Do you root for someones "awful" as much as you root for "your guys"? (It's Ok. Most of us do. And most people KNOW we do. Might be cathartic to just put it out there)

That road trip that was worth the $ (And the hangover. Or maybe even the arrest. Wait. What?)

Do you need to watch "Big Games" alone? Or do you like communal?

Lucky sweatshirt? Lucky Chair? 

Have you ever blamed yourself for a loss? (Spoke to soon during a game and it went to crap)

Or given yourself credit for a win? (Didn't get up once during the second half or for the last 5 innings. Damn near wet myself..but it was worth that bladder infection to do my part)

If you've ever



sometimes you just have to remind yourself "Why?"

Before you get crazy..give yourself that minute. I just did. And it's amazing how many things...moments..will fill your head.

The players..some "Heroes"...some "Villains". Great catches. Bad fumbles. The stories behind the games. Where you were. Why you weren't someplace. Unexpected wins. Bad beats. 

But better than'll be amazed by how many people will fly by in your visual rolodex. Some are gone. Some I haven't seen or talked to or thought about for DECADES. But they just came to life. Clear as day.

You're not owed anything as a fan. That's a cold hard reality.

But what you DO get out of it..pretty special

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