Emperor1956
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On Baltimore, and bitterness: I can't think of a break-up between a city and its sports team that went well. It is worse than breaking up with a girl, and still being friends. I've seen newspaper clips from the time the Browns and the Lakers left their respective home cities of St. Louis and Minneapolis, and they are not pretty (yah, those were actual teams, y'know). I know several Brooklyn Dodger fans that pray for an earthquake to swallow up that Blue monstrosity in Chavez Ravine every June. Then again, when I was a wee baseball loving boy, my idols were my hometown heros, the Milwaukee Braves. I (along with every other 9 year old in the City that Means Beer) had a personal promise from Henry Aaron that he'd break the Babe's home run record in Milwaukee County Stadium. So, that didn't happen. They moved. No big. Really. I'm ok. It really didn't affect me, much. Except that for the next 24 years I didn't watch a pro baseball game. And I still have trouble saying the name of that...Atlanta-fucking-southern-hick-goddam-Indian-giver-tomahawk-chopping-Jane-Fonda-loving-cable-mogul-team. But I'm ok. Really.* E. ___________________________________ *Right about now, some old candy ass baseball freak will remind me that my beloved Braves were not a native team. They were, in fact, ripped from a 70+ year history as the Boston Braves (and undoubtedly dashed the hopes of 1000s of Boston-area dwelling boys when they left in the dark of night for Milwaukee in 1953.) Well, fuck it. From the time I was born til they decamped to re-fight the War Between the States, they were MILWAUKEE'S team. MY team. And its all about ME, dammit.
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"When you wake up, Pooh," said Piglet, "what's the first thing you say?" "What's for breakfast? What do you say, Piglet?" "I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" Pooh nodded thoughtfully. "It's the same thing," he said.
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