Now blow, Mets

Congratulations to Tom Glavine. From this moment forward, we are enemies. That is, until your enshrinement in Cooperstown and then I'll taste champagne.
Today the Braves took the series against the Colorado Rockies, winning in 10 innings. That meant another extra inning of the Baby Prophecy, Chip Caray. I was sooo beaten up after the game by the horrible commentary that, even after Escobar's game-winning hit, it was hard to feel relieved. The day had the aftertaste of a loss. And we won. Yeesh. Just to make a point and not have it seem like this is the Chip Caray Haters' Society (hmm), in the bottom half of the tenth inning today, with the Braves batting and two men on base, the Baby Prophecy is gabbing non-stop about the Rockies (at least they were one of the teams in the stadium, not always important to the BP) and the western division and their individual record against each team. Poor Joe Simpson had to force his way in to alert, "Yunel Escobar has a chance to win this game." Ugh. With all the drama of extra innings and the Braves having two men on, and the game on the line, the little monster can't shut up about nonsense. It was a great game but it didn't really feel like it. I won't even get into his girlish laugh or the way his voice cracks like a high-school kid every other minute. If I can ever afford satellite TV, I'll watch the visiting team's announcers as long as the disease that is... Chip ... infests Atlanta.
On the other hand, bring on the Mets. It should be a great series.

The Falcons are still flying under the radar which is fine. The first preseason game against the Jets is Friday night and I can't wait for kickoff. Not much brewing otherwise except to say GO TO HELL, NFL Network. Once again, there was a game tonight that I did not get to watch that I would have been able to watch two years ago. Ridiculous.