I sit here with Dad in this condition and the World Series starting with the Braves playing. It brings back many strong memories of Braves past World Series, all those appearances and playoff runs in the 90s. Sitting in the living room with Dad and Adam. Laying on the floor in front of the heater during the Fall Classic. Mom cooking us up dinner, probably tacos or pasties or spaghetti with meatballs or hamburger helper and a salad. Cheesy potatoes. Running around going wild every time the Braves would do something. Deep into every single pitch. Sporting my Braves jersey and hat or my Deion tee. I could name you every player in those Atlanta lineups, pitching staff, roster. Probably faster than I could rattle off the past Detroit (Go Tigs!) lineups even. Right now I really could give a care less about the result of any game, as it all seems so trivial compared to life now. But I felt that Braves pump surge in for the first pitch transforming us back to the younger days, the better days. And boom, HomeRun! As I sit here filled with different emotions, a deep sadness, gratitude. Thinking how everything circles back, and here the Braves are back in the Series many years later. Whether it be the Yankees or the Indians or the Bluejays or the Twins.. we were always yelling for those Braves. The most fun teams in my book, the timing of it, the 90s. We loved the players on those squads. That was a lot of games, anticipation, nervousness, excitement, disappointment, happiness, lessons, love in that living room with Dad, Coach, Best Bud, Jimbo. What I would do to have a full conversation during the game with my Dad right now as he lays here. There would be plenty of Little League memories during. Yeah the Braves have always had a piece of my heart this way. So here we are. We’re still going here. GO BRAVES! Love, Nate ❤
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