October 4, 2011 § 2 Comments
Day One-Hundred Seventy-Five found me working on another freelance job, this one for a Comcast commercial, shooting at the Georgia Dome and Turner Field. The shoot days weren’t until later in the week, but being the person that gets to drive a minivan of people around the city paid off. I was able to go on the location scout and get a real behind-the-scenes feel for the sports facilities. I walked on Turner Field and on the turf of the Georgia Dome, the same footsteps that the professional athletes take.
And after a lunch with the scouting crew I headed over to the Dome and got a first-hand look at the bright green astro turf.
I didn’t see any of the professional athletes whose footsteps I imagined I was following, but the whole behind-the-scenes experience was cool enough.
August 19, 2011 § Leave a comment
On Day One Hundred Forty-Five, Patrick and I went to the Braves game with Damon. It was a hot Sunday afternoon, but we had awesome seats three rows behind the home team dugout. The Bravos started off strong, scoring the first run, but failed to keep the lead throughout the game and the Florida Marlins walked away with a 3-1 victory. And I was witness to it- the Braves franchise’s 10,000 loss.
Damon had actually also seen their 10,000th win. Patrick and I had attended the following evening and seen the “10,000th fan” win a slew of prizes on the middle of the field, most with the number 10 somewhere in its title. The winners were a oh-so normal family of four, so I’m thinking it was rigged. I seriously doubt that I would have won had I walked through that same gate at the same time. Or maybe I am just jealous. Wouldn’t that have been an awesome blog post?
Either way, with the good comes the bad: while the franchise is over .500 all-time, having the 10,000th loss come only a few weeks after the 10,000th win shows how close it all is. I wondered if they would strip down the 10,000 fan the next day and whip them 10 times, take $10 from their wallet, and pluck 10,000 hairs from their scalp. I bet that one wouldn’t be awarded to a family!
June 13, 2011 § Leave a comment
Day Eighty-Three was Memorial Day. Patrick and I again had tickets to the Braves game, sitting in the blistering sun down the third-base line. So as a new activity, we completely dorked out and not only kept box score, but also listened to the entire game on the radio through our iPods.
It may have seemed antisocial, but it was more as though we were in our own little club, listening to Don Sutton and Jim Powell detail the plays going on right in front of our noses. We traded knowing smiles at Jim’s jokes while the people around us merely watched. We were fully immersed, like the grandmas you see with their 1990’s era radio earphones, but infinitely more nerdy by keeping box score. I even found my used baseball bingo card from the day before and played along.
Unfortunately the Braves didn’t win (my record is currently 2-5), but we had a pretty good time broiling in the hot sun with our beer, box score, and Braves radio broadcast.
May 31, 2011 § 1 Comment
On Day Sixty-Three, I went to a(nother) Atlanta Braves game with a big group of people. I was planning on trying a Tomarita (the Braves version of a Margarita), but since I had tried my first of the frozen beverages only a few days earlier, I opted for another new activity. My new activity for Day Sixty-Three was to have my picture taken with all of the bronze statues of past Braves Greats sprinkled around the courtyard in front of the ticketing window.
My friend Laura took pictures as I tried to imitate the positioning of each player.
Once again, the Braves lost, but the company was pretty awesome.
April 24, 2011 § 2 Comments
On Day Thirty-Six, we went to a Braves game (again). I thought I would have to order a Tomarita, but instead we invited Kristin and Johnny to go with us to celebrate the little one’s fourth birthday. And it was his first ball game.
We helped him make an impromptu sign and decked him out in my Bravos hat and a foam tomahawk, so he was all set to go.
Seeing a ballgame with a four year old is quite the experience. Even though he seemed a little disappointed that we weren’t actually going down to the field to play baseball, he had a pretty good time being a little cheerleader. I certainly had a ton of fun whispering heckles and cheers into his ear and having him shout them out with unbridled enthusiasm.
The Braves didn’t win, and in fact almost didn’t even get a hit. But the evening was probably one of the most fun losing games I had seen. Though Johnny probably won’t remember the experience, I certainly will have fond memories.