You can totally blame me for the picture on the right.
When you have an “Oh, crap … that was totally my fault” moment, the realization doesn’t always happen immediately. That was the case for me after watching a heartbreaking Game 4 NLDS loss by the Atlanta Braves on Monday night — arguably the worst night in Atlanta sports history.
I’m not superstitious, but I am a little stitious (shouts out to Michael Scott). When it comes to sports, I have been afraid to say anything about a game my team is leading until it’s over and in the bag. Other times, I talk as much trash as I can when my team has the lead because I know it’s not going to last.
But on Monday night, something just seemed different about the Braves game, and it really felt like the bullpen wasn’t going to give up a single run in the final two innings.
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So with a need to jump on Game 5 tickets as soon as possible, I shot off an email at 12:04 a.m. that would forever cement the 2013 Braves’ legacy. I sent the following note to a mutual friend who sells tickets for the Braves, asking him about buying a few for Wednesday night’s “Game 5.”
It’s Sean, (redacted)’s kickball teammate. I’ll need four tickets to Game 5 if the Braves hold on tonight, are there still tickets available? Let me know what’s left if so, and I’ll get back to you ASAP!
“If the Braves hold on tonight.”
You freaking idiot.
About 20 minutes later, Juan Uribe laid down the worst sacrifice bunt in the history of baseball — a 400-foot blast that gave the Dodgers the two runs they needed to seal the deal and eliminate the Braves.
Hopefully, cooler heads have prevailed in Braves Country and there won’t be an angry mob on my doorstep tonight. If not, it’s been real, friends of Breslanta.