At this point, the baseball season was already eight days old. The Atlanta Braves started the season on the road in Washington D.C., and then Milwaukee, and weren’t going to be home for another day. Tired of just watching baseball games on television, I couldn’t wait any longer to be out at a ballpark, so I jumped on the opportunity to attend the Braves’ AAA minor league affiliates, the Gwinnett Braves, located about 20 minutes north of Atlanta.
I like early-season baseball, and the cool chill in the air after the sun sets. I enjoy wearing sweatshirts or hoodies, and the comfort in wearing long sleeves and fighting off lower temperatures, and not feeling the least bit hot, like things tend to get in the middle of July. But most importantly, it felt so refreshing to once again sit in the stands, and just be watching live baseball, with the action happening in actual person, and not behind a television screen.
The G-Braves prevailed over the always good Tampa Bay affiliates, Durham Bulls. Considering the pitcher for the Braves pitched at the major league level all of 2010, I guess I should have expected him to be somewhat adequate against minor leaguers.
