Yesterday, Kearsdad and I watched the last ever TBS broadcast of an Atlanta Braves game. TBS and the Braves have been a part of my whole life...at least the last 30 years of it. In my mind, the two are inseparable. But yesterday, they separated. It was sad. Skip sounded so sad. 30 years, and for what? To be dumped by the money guys.
They were synonymous. The Braves made TBS, and TBS made the Braves. In the early days, when they were nobodies, we watched them. Murphy, Butler, Hubbard, Horner and Niekro. Then the magical worst to first year. They were America's Team because everyone could watch them. TBS was The Braves Station. They were the darlings. Pendleton, Nixon, Justice, Glavin and Smoltz. And Bobby Cox. And the voices of the Braves, Skip and Ernie and Joe.
The Braves will go on. Smoltzy will pitch another year. Bobby will be back...and will surely be thrown out of more games. But not on TBS. It will never be the same...it probably all started when Ted Turner started losing his mind.
2 comments:
Don't forget Pete Van Wieren.
*sigh*
I cannot even think of anything appropriate to say at a time like this.
I'm just glad my grandaddy is not here to see it. Him and Chief Nok-a-homa.
*very deep sigh*
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