Sunday afternoon, I was hitting my remote control quite a bit, switching from the Indy 500 to the Brewers to the Phillies-Braves game.
The Phillies were smashing the Braves in Atlanta in the bottom of the ninth, 13-3. The Braves, who are in Milwaukee to begin a series with the Brewers this afternoon, quickly loaded the bases with nobody out in the hopes of a miraculous comeback.
That prompted Braves announcer Skip Caray to say the following:
”Why not………………….there’s nothing to do in Milwaukee on a Sunday night.”In other words, so what if we have to catch a plane to fly to Brew City. Nothing exciting going on in that sleepy town, anyway.
Apparently Skip Caray forgets where the team that signs his paychecks came from.
Now I’ve always hated the Braves since they left Milwaukee. And to be clear, I use the word,
“hate,” in a sports-sense.
I hate the Braves, I hate them calling themselves America’s team, I hate Ted Turner and Jane Fonda leading their fans in the not so-PC tomahawk chop, I hate wife-beating Bobby Cox (Braves manager), wife-cheating Chipper Jones (Braves third-baseman), etc., etc.
Skip Caray, understandably, was trying to be comical. But he was doing so at the expense of our hometown.
The Brewers and Braves both are suffering losing streaks. It’s time for the Brewers to bust out of theirs and extend Atlanta’s misery.
C’mon Brewers, kill the Braves!!! (Of course, I only mean that in a sport-sense).
