Thirty years. That’s quite a while for memories to become distorted and details to be abraded away as the happenings of 11,000 days ramble around our hippocampus.
But dang, wasn’t the ride of the 1991 Atlanta Braves team fun?
The line of demarcation for the true modern era of Braves baseball, to me, is 1991. This wasn’t a personal point of transformation in fandom, but a historical marker like one you’ve seen regularly on the side of the road.
In the South, the side of roads a littered with cigarette butts, empty cans and historical markers.