It was a bit surreal this past Saturday night. I walked out of Turner Field, my eight month old daughter in my arms, and said goodbye for the last time. They would close their doors for good the following day, and in doing so, put to rest one of the greatest eras in the franchise’s long history.
They are heading to the suburbs outside the perimeter of the city, a feat no other baseball city has ever pondered. I didn’t like walking out of The TED Saturday night. Sure they won. But you see, anyone who has been there will tell you that Turner Field was always more than a baseball game.
Keep reading for my Farewell to The TED.
It’s amazing to me. Yesterday, June 11th was the first Atlanta Braves game I have gone to this season. Looking back over the years, I would say I probably average 20 games a season at Turner Field, and the two times in my 13 years here that I missed Opening Day, I made it to Opening Weekend.
Grant it, I have been busy with more work and family life than I have ever been, but there is no denying that some of that has to do with the product on the field. Yesterday reminded me of one thing, however.
I’m going to miss Turner Field.
A Day at the Ted.