Hotlanta

So we work up in our hotel around noon. Actually it was 10, but the clock in the room was set 2 hours fast. So we freaked out because we had about 6 hours to drive with 6 hours til game time.
It wasn't until we were on the road for about 30 minutes that we realized the errors of our ways. Oh what a delight. There is only one thing worthy of talking about though. And if you watched the Braves/Giants game on TBS the Superstation last night you know what it is.

Here is the story. We wrote letters to all the MLB teams back in February. Some times got back to us offering to host us. A lady named Nancy from the Braves said we could meet with their VP of Communications. So I called in Houston to confirm. I got you voicemail. No call back. Sidenote: the Braves used to play in the NL West and beat up on the Dodgers. And they do that stupid tomhawk chop. I kind of hate this team and Nancy is not making it better. So I call again. About 5 hours before the game (we are about 4 hours away). So answers and felt real bad about not calling me back and said she had to get ahold of the VP and then get back to me - never mentioned anything about tickets. Remember, we already had an appointment with the VP. We were kind of freaking out though, because we probably were not going to get there in time to talk to him. As I'm cruising through the cotton fields of Southern Georgia (not literally, I was on the highway and they flanked both sides) I get a call. Game is going to start in about 1.5 hours. She feels real bad, but the VP can't meet with us tonight. We can set up a phone interview next week. But there are tickets under my name at Will Call. So we roll into Atlanta right on time. By the way, the state of Georgia has found a way to make it rain without clouds. All of a sudden we'd be driving down the road and ginormous rain drops would start landing all over the place. No clouds, just ridiculous humiditiy. You the humidity is too high when the air coming out of the AC vents in the car starts CONDENSING - it formed little water vapor fumes. I'm not lying.

Back to the story. So we get to the game. I thought Geoff was going to get stripped seached by security and we get through the gates. We find our section - wow - it is behind homeplate again. We show our tickets to the usher and her response was, 'Oh my!'. And then we just kept walking, down and down and down. I started to think that the umpires did not show up and they wanted us to call the game. The usher then takes a clean towel and wipes down our seats!! I guess that it standard when you are sitting in the owners' seats. I really believe that Ted Turner couldn't make the game so we got his tickets. I sat when Jane Fonda usually resides. First section, first row, first two seats. UN-BE-LIVEABLE.

Needless to say, we started becoming Braves fans. We were on national television for simply being baseball fans. And right around the time the waiter came to take our orders I felt like doing the Tomhawk Chop. And shortly after heckling Michael Tucker for being Barry Bonds replacement and having him hear me I wanted to stand up and cheer with Chipper Jones entered the game as a pitch hitter. So I did. I enthusiastically cheered for the Braves. Hell of a team.

Now we are in Gainsville, FL. on our way to Miami. At the Kinkos. We went to a Kinkos in Atlanta last night, but they close at midnight. I guess no one is really working that late anyway. Unless of course you work at the Waffle House.