Sunday I left my writer’s hat at home, and went to the Ted once last time… as a fan.
My fondest Atlanta Braves memories as a kid all draw me back to the old beastly and awkward Fulton County Stadium, so my emotions in the stands at the Ted on Sunday weren’t sad like when I watched the home that Hank built implode on live TV in 1997; it felt more like a graduation than a funeral. The Ted opened when I was in high school, so maybe it just never had time to register as “historic” in my mind.