Opinion

I was going to wait until the season was over before writing this article, but considering that for all intents and purposes this season has been over in Atlanta for nearly two weeks now I figured it was okay to go ahead with it now.

To review, 2009 has been up and down all season long. One baseball person remarked during the season that this Braves team was "just good enough to break your heart." That turned out to be absolutely true.

I can't count the times this team has broken mine and many other Braves fans hearts this season.

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There aren’t too many options I’d feel confident using on Saturday, but if you desperately need to play a card there are two pitchers worth taking a chance on.

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Anibal Sanchez – Florida Marlins – vs. Washington Nationals

David Wright is back in the lineup as an every day player and is struggling at the plate. 

Taking a 94mph fastball to the head is one of the most horrific things that can happen to you on a baseball field and that's exactly what happened to Wright on Aug. 15th at Citi Field.

In a lost season for the Mets, what matters the most is that he got back in the batters box the day he was eligible after being beaned by a Matt Cain fastball. 

Brandon Morrow should be kept around in the 2009 MLB off-season to be groomed as the team’s future closer.

Morrow has been the subject of fan dismay for the past few seasons. After being drafted a handful of spots ahead of 2008 Cy Young Award winner Tim Lincecum, then bouncing between the bullpen and the starting rotation—by both his own and the front office’s volition—he’s become a target for frustration.

Here's a trivia multiple-choice question for you:

The Hawaiian Punch is:

a. the name of the favorite fruit cocktail of Hawaiians,

b. the screen name of a famous professional boxer from Hawaii,

c. the strong hurricane that swept though the Hawaiian islands,

d. the term (or action) of endearment of a befouled Hawaiian wife

    with her wayward husband,

I learned a long time ago not to take this game too seriously. I learned that, more times than it will ever reward your faith, this game will break your heart. I learned that when they say you fail seven out of 10 times in this game, they don't just mean hitters. They mean everyone, and everything. And so, naturally, I learned one more thing:

I learned to take more joy from three wins than pain from seven losses.

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I was a 17-year-old high school senior on the morning of Sept. 11, 2001.

I was a little bummed out because the New York Giants lost their opening game on Monday Night Football to the Denver Broncos, but that would soon become a distant memory.

Around 9:30 in the morning, I heard whispers in the hallway that something terrible happened in New York City. I raced to the first empty classroom I could find and turned on the news, where I saw something so horrific it wasn't even imaginable five minutes prior.

After going through computer issues while taking in my first month of college life, there wasn't much time for yours truly to bash the man in charge of the "Orange & Black". However, with my computer back and having down time on a Friday afternoon, there are two succinct advantages. First, I no longer have to borrow my roomate's laptop, and second, I now have time to dissect the absurd decisions that Giants manager Bruce Bochy makes on a daily basis.