{October 17, 2008}   Juuuuust a bit outside.

Originally published August 4, 2008

“Yes! Yes! Yes! The Atlanta Braves have given you a championship! Listen to this crowd!”

I’m sitting in my office, trying desperately not to cry, as snippets of the Braves’ games I’ve watched and listened to since childhood play on the radio in my head.  Watching games with my granddad in the summer when I was a little girl; countless nights sitting up alone in bed as an adolescent, truly believing that the tomahawk chop that I was doing would incite the Braves to a win; the 1995 world series win watched from Center East up at YHC; listening to games on the radio during long drives home from Virginia; wandering around Turner Field during a game in search of funnel cake or some other such piece of delicious goodness — so many of my memories are tied up in the sound of Skip Caray’s voice.  To me, the most recognizable voice in the world.

Today is a sad day for Major League Baseball — a sad day for Braves’ fans all over the world — a sad day for me.  This, then, is the sound of silence.

You will be missed.


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