Atlanta Hates Pro Sports

So Miss Daisy made it to town this weekend - and outside of strange mishaps like my central air refusing to work during the Georgia summer nights, it was a pretty good time.

The most interesting thing was our excursion to the Braves v. Cubs game on Saturday. I figured it would be a great way to spend an evening to have drinks at the Chop House above center field. The Chop House is a full service restaurant in the stadium with relatively good food and is also a great place to watch late twentysomething girls prowl around in tight jeans and sundresses in between innings. After all, not every guy will be watching the game, right?

While Miss Daisy never let me forget, I had accepted that there would be more Cubs fans than Braves fans in attendence. He regaled me with stories of the Chicago Cubs Nation selling out ballfields all over the US and Japan - and he didn't have to note that in comparision Atlanta can only boast a Braves Hamlet. What I didn't expect is that Cubs fans would buy up the $1 seats in the stratosphere, and bare 90 degree heat to watch their boys play. By the time we arrived at the ticket office, the only tickets available were for standing room only. We planned to hang in the restaurant and watch the game on the patio anyway, but still.

Miss Daisy had a blast, talking to people from Chicago at every opportunity. I hung out with a couple of my friends who came a long - including a newly married guy who was still shocked by the flashes of light reflected off his left hand. I really did feel like I was at Wrigley, and even pined for an Old Style. In fact the only Braves fans I even noticed the whole night were two girls in halter tops and hot pants adorned with the Braves logo.

I suppose for the Chicago Cubs and their fans, all the world is home field. Too bad they haven't won a championship in a century.