My boss has taken to mocking my optimism about the upcoming season, but I’m not wavering. However, no one’s going to confuse me with Pollyanna — especially when it comes to the ballpark experience.
I’d like to see a Braves icon throw out the first pitch tomorrow, but I’m not expecting it. I’d like the organization to realize not everyone at Turner Field is a fan of Rascal Flatts, but I’m expecting to hear more of that abominable modern country between innings. Stop playing to the tractor pull crowd — baseball fans are a much more diverse lot.
It’s one sport that doesn’t require distractions. Nonetheless, I’m expecting more at the Ted, not less. And I’d bet my life savings (granted, not a sizable wager) that we’ll be forced to endure more of that godforsaken John Denver song during the 7th inning stretch.
The good news: the on-field product should overwhelm the off-field clutter. Bobby will get his 2,500 wins (plus 4) and the Bravos will return to the playoffs.
(Remember when this song, as interpreted by the Doodletown Pipers, was the centerpiece of the Braves’ marketing campaign sometime in the mid-to-late 1980s? Sorta like Michael McDonald covering Motown.)