Twenty years ago I was trying to explain to a couple of friends, who were not sports fans, why I was so passionate about baseball. It was the consistency, I said. It was the assurance that for eight months a year, baseball of some kind was being played almost every day.
The Braves were still in their run of divisional titles at the time, with Chipper Jones, Andruw Jones, Javy Lopez, and Gary Sheffield powering the Braves and the Big Three of Greg Maddux, Tom Glavine, and John Smoltz playing in their last season together.
The Braves were good.