Baseball is making me sad right now, and I don’t have anyone to really discuss it, nor does anyone really want to listen. Not because the Atlanta Braves are on the verge of a pretty monumental collapse, having allowed a supposed insurmountable lead for the final playoff spot disintegrate completely, boiling down to a showdown tomorrow, or rather later on tonight, on the regular season’s final day. That disappoints me, but I understand that defeat happens, and losing is a part of sport. Whether it’s a historic collapse, or a triumphant comeback, there’s winners and losers.
What makes me sad right now is all the negativity surrounding the circumstances.
I know it’s pretty ironic for me to point out negativity, considering that in many other aspects outside of sport, I’m a pretty pessimistic individual. But in seriousness, I feel as if all Braves fans and supporters around me have adopted this defeatist mentality, and have long given up on the team they supposedly root for. I know that it’s frustrating, so I can’t blame at all these people for being all jaded and pessimistic, but up until the events of the previous night, the Braves were still in the driver’s seat.
