In case y’all haven’t noticed, I love the Atlanta Braves. I have since birth and I am pretty sure before then too. I crunch numbers and try to look be optomistic as possible. I am like this in my real life today apart from the Braves. I guess you can say I am a glass is half full kinda guy.
As I was watching the Braves and Nationals game yesterday, I was able to catch myself in my usual “the game isn’t over until strike 3” attitude. I was arguing with friends on social media that Jenkins wanted to walk Roark, the pitcher for the Nationals yesterday, because that was part of the plan. What plan? I’m not sure but surely Jenkins plays chess and he thinks and sometimes overthinks every possible outcome ahead of time. In my mind, I thought Jenkins wanted Roark on base because the field was hot and it might ware down his pitching performance later on in the game. A couple of batters later the Nationals hit a 3 run home run against the Braves with Roark scoring.
That was my “ah ha” moment, I was wrong the whole time. There was no chess game going on in the game. What pitcher wants to walk another pitcher just because it’s hot? Now I can look back and laugh but at the time, I would argue with anyone. They don’t know baseball better than me. I like to think of myself as the Moneyball writer of baseball. I am another Billy Beane with a tablet, I can see things others can’t pick up on. Yeah, not so much.
I am 44 years old next month and I have been in love with baseball ever since my child hood days of tee ball. I liked wearing a uniform and having a number on my back. I had a gloves and every now and then I was able to chew bubblegum and spit, just like the ball players on TV. I knew what I wanted to do with my life and it involved baseball, 24/7 365 days a year. I wanted to have a keen inside on the game that others didn’t have. After I saw Moneyball in theaters on open weekend, I thought I can do that. Obsessively over analyze numbers and ideal situations for every possible outcome. I would impress everyone.
Maybe in my mind that was true. My “ah ha” moment I was referring to earlier came to me when the last pitch was thrown and the Braves lost to the Nationals 9-1. I don’t really know much about the game I love and maybe I spend too much time thinking about it. There are other things just as important. There is family, friends, and experiences life has waiting. I needed this day off from baseball almost as much as the Braves.