
I'm not sure if you heard, but late last night (or early this morning depending on which way you look at it) the Atlanta Braves...my Atlanta Braves...somehow, someway managed to actually win the World Series! We have to flash back here...go way back. All the way to the 80's when I first watched/saw a Braves baseball game. The years of Bob Horner, Bruce Benedict, Phil Niekro and Dale Murphy. I wasn't much of a fan and they did not give me/us many reasons to be so. But then...BUT THEN...1991 happened. I was a freshman in college and this team went worst to first and I watched my first World Series in earnest.
Many people call that 1991 World Series the very best ever and I've no reason to dispute it. Outside of the result, every pitch...every at bat...every everything including that game 7...was thrilling. It hooked me line and sinker on baseball and these Braves. 1992 was the first year I watched the Braves all year only to be disappointed at the end at the hands of the Blue Jays. 1993 was the first year I followed all of MLB when the Braves won 104 games to the Giants 103 only to lose to the Phillies in the NLCS. Then The Strike in '94. And then the magical 1995! A strike-shortened season that still pit us against one of the greatest line-ups of all time in the '95 Cleveland Indians (yes, that was still their name.) Maddux won the Cy Young that year and gave us a great game 2. But it was Tom Glavine that pitched 8 innings of 1 hit ball and that 1 home run by David Justice brought it all home!
I was 22 years old at the time. Still in college. I celebrated with my friends at a bar in Athens and none of us could believe it. Atlanta finally had a championship. For the Braves, it was just their 3rd. One each in every town they have played - 1914 in Boston, 1957 in Milwaukee and now 1995 in Atlanta. It seemed like we were finally going to roll and it would last. But then 1996 and the Yankees. The evil, foul Yankees! Leyritz in '96 and then the sweep in 1999. Plenty more division titles (14 years in total and a record) but we would never again reach that peak...that mountaintop.
Glavine would move on to the Mets before coming back for one last ride. Maddux would go back to the Cubs. Smoltz would go to Boston. Chipper Jones would eventually retire as the baby Braves were coming up. Great teams and winning teams, but never enough to achieve the ultimate goal. Francouer would fail out and McCann would even move on to the hated Yankees! But then...but THEN...in 2007 the Braves drafted a young 17 year old named Frederick Charles Freeman. He would debut with the major league team three years later in 2010 while still managed by the great Bobby Cox. That year we would win 91 games but lose to the Giants in the NLDS. That would be Bobby's last season, but we had what seemed a core and returned to the playoffs in 2012 as the Wild Card. Lost. 2013 we won the division but lost again in the NLDS to the Dodgers.
We went from a 96 game winning season to four years of losing records. The Great Rebuild. Fredi Gonzalez would be fired and in came long timer Brian Snitker. GMs would trade players, sign new players and get fired (or banned.) All the while, young Freddie Freeman continued to play and well. Early on, he and Jason Heyward were offered long time contracts. Heyward said no but Freddie said yes. And when the rebuild started, they came to him and asked his opinion. He said he was willing to wait, willing to watch, and willing to grow with the team.
In 2018, the wait was finally over. We vaulted from a 72-90 record to a 90-72 record and shocked all of baseball. Once again we would lose in the NLDS to the Dodgers but it seemed as if we'd arrived. In 2019 we won 7 more games and the division again until losing to the Cardinals in that year's NLDS. 2020 was...2020. But even under COVID, we would win the division a 3rd time in a row and take the Dodgers to a 7th game. But again, we lost. Yet that year began with Freddie himself getting the virus before going on to win the shortened season's MVP. So we, all of us, began this year of 2021 thinking it was finally our time. This would be our year.
And then the Braves went four months without a winning record. The division lead would switch over throughout the season with the Mets (the stinking Mets) leading much of that time. Then the Phillies (the filthy Phils) tried to take over. But then on August 8th, after a win over the Washington Nationals, we broke through and got over .500 ball. It was win and then loss, win and another loss. Back and forth. We'd already lost Mike Soroka early in the season when we depended on him as the supposed ace of the pitching staff. Our all world player (and arguably the best player in the game) Ronald Acuna, Jr. went down for the rest of the season a month earlier. GM Alex Anthopolous had a great decision to make. Buy or sell. We might lose Freddie in the offseason as a free agent and he would certainly bring back a huge haul. So would many others. But instead, he rolled up his sleeves and pulled off some huge trades. First Joc Pederson. Then Duvall (which he should have already signed after the last season and had beat us once or twice already by himself), Rosario and Soler. He gave up nothing in doing so. And we started winning.
He was in it to win it (a cliched phrase but true nonetheless) and while some Braves fans were skeptical, many others saw potential. Down the stretch of the season it was a near run thing. The Phillies put up a fight (and may end up with this year's MVP in Bryce Harper) but failed in the end. We won the division with only 88 wins. Every single media outlet suggested we were lucky to be there and would not go far. The Milwaukee pitching staff would be too much for us (especially with potential Cy Young winner Corbin Burnes) but a home run by Freddie off of all world closer Josh Hader in game 4 put paid to that. Then everyday Eddie Rosario took over in the NLCS against the hated Dodgers. Once again we got up 3 games to 1 and everyone thought...here we go again. Atlanta teams just lose the big games. 28-3 with the Falcons. How many series with the Braves. Bulldogs up on Bama twice in the last five years only to lose it at the end (most especially in 2017.) We weren't going to do it.
Game 6 saw Rosario definitely earn his NLCS MVP honors with a 3 run shot and the true MVPs were the bullpen. Jackson (who had seen some trouble), Minter, Matzek and Smith (who every Braves fan hated near the end of the year for giving up too many homers.) Somehow we had bested the hated Dodgers! No one gave us a shot, but here we were...in the World Series!!! Against the cheating Astros who had just put a beating on the Boston Red Sox. Surely we would fail against that vaunted line-up!
None of us knew it at the time, but the first at bat told the tale of the series. Jorge Soler (mid-season trade pick up, recall) took game 1 started Framber Valdez deep in Houston. We would go on to win that game but lose starter Charlie Morton after a shot off the leg by Gurriel. He still got batters out on a broken leg but he'd be gone for the rest of the Series. Our advantage was gone. And then we would lose game 2 behind our best starter Max Fried. His second poor game in a row after a lights out two months. So back to Atlanta with the Series tied.
We needed to win 2 out of 3 and somehow did so. Ian Anderson pitched the game of his life with 5 no hit innings in the middle of what seemed a snow storm and then the first of two bullpen games. We split those. But after game 4, we were once again at the 3-1 advantage. And once again Atlanta fans freaked out. We've seen this movie before. We know to expect the worst because it always happens. And especially after game 5, that narrative maintained. A handy victory by Houston (and after an Atlanta grand slam by Duvall in the 1st.) 3-2 and back to Houston. We had to wait a day to live with our guts and anxieties. Our worries and assumptions.
Enter once more one Max Fried. He of two poor starts of late. His stuff still wasn't sharp but he got through the first with little damage. And then nearly exited the game after getting his foot stomped on a weird play at 1st base. Yet he would trudge back to the mound for six full innings. Gutting it out and giving up nothing, these were six innings without a run scoring. Meanwhile, we got hits. None more than a mammoth home run shot by Soler once again. I'm still not sure that ball has landed. It was his third of the Series. Swanson (who'd seen some odd defensive errors in the Series) added on. So did none other than Frederick Charles Freeman. Again.
I must admit that I am a superstitious man when it comes to sports. My dog Max has been forced to endure much during this season and certainly during the playoffs. For this game, he was dressed in a Ronald Acuna, Jr. jersey the entire time and found his spot on the couch next to me once again. Hey...it worked before! But even in the 6th...the 7th...the 8th and 9th inning...we were up by 6 and then 7...but still I would not let him change. I would not let him get down. Don't change what works. And then Will Smith came in to close out a game that was not a save situation normally, but was for an entire season on the line.
I barely recall anything about that last inning. I remember thinking it could still all be lost. It's happened before (again...Leyritz or 28-3.) I remember thinking that Max could finally go to bed after days of very late nights. I remember thinking it might be the last time we see Freddie Freeman in a Braves uniform, though I don't think so because he pretty much said it himself - he doesn't want to play anywhere else. I remember that I considered that it had been 26 years since the last time I saw something like this. A championship. For one of my teams! And most of all, I remember thinking of my best friend Keith Konior who passed away in January and saw none of this season. He would have loved it...I think...and sadly missed it.
We won!!! We fucking won!!! Braves win!!! Braves fucking win!!!
A long journey. For myself. For Atlanta fans. For Brian Snitker. For Freddie Freeman. Even for Keith even if he was not around to see it. I'm honestly still numb. It really hasn't hit. A team I root for won a championship. That just doesn't happen. But it did. Last night. And I could not be happier. Braves win! And that is all!
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