Chipper Jones: Tribute, stats, Hall of Fame credentials, and farewell
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Posts like these are tough to write, folks. Just tough. Chipper Jones was and has been my favorite player since I first laid eyes on a television screen watching baseball. I’m not sure why I started to like him as a player, perhaps it was when I was a kid and he was the first player I saw hit a home run. I’m not really sure how that relationship started, but I know why I grew to love him as a ballplayer.
Usually when you’ve had the same favorite player for as long as you can remember, you’re going to like the team he plays for, so it’s no surprise I’m a big Atlanta Braves fan. I follow the team every day, reading multiple articles a day on anything and everything I can get my hands on. I bleed Atlanta Braves. Some people might be throwing up in the corner right now, some might agree with me, but it’s true: I bleed Bravo nation. I’ve even contemplated naming my next kid (if I have one) Chipper (def not Larry) but know how weird that would be in every way possible; plus, I’m sure my wife wouldn’t go for that. So, I’ll settle for naming my next dog Chipper. (I’m looking to get a Siberian Husky, if anyone has any experience with them, let me know.)
So, I bleed Atlanta Braves. Thick and the thin. Every day.
I’ve been putting off writing this article for a while, a long while. Chipper’s retiring at the end of the season, and I think, finally, I’m okay with that. Perhaps seeing all the respect he’s getting this year at his last stops helps ease the pain. Perhaps it’s the fine season he’s had up to this point. Perhaps it’s knowing he might get to go out on top. See, when he announced he was retiring, the Braves were having a miserable spring, and I was thinking how long of a season this would be. After an 0-4 start, I was upset that this was the way Chipper was going to go out. But, I wrote an article on how a few teams were winless and their fan bases were jumping off bridges.
That eased some pain, but as you noticed, I didn’t mention anything about Chipper. I was keeping it hidden, deep inside.
But the world goes on, does it not? Since my last post, I’ve accomplished two things. Don’t worry, I’ll get to the point in a second, which is Chipper Jones. I’ll discuss everything about him, memories, stats and why he’s going to be a first-ballot Hall of Famer. We’ll cover it all folks; but I’m sure you can tell I’m stalling here … so just go with it.
Alright, so, since my last post, I’ve accomplished two things. First, I got engaged. She had never been to New York City, so I took her up there for a weekend. We browsed around the city, and eventually I took her on the authentic Venetian Gondola in Central Park. I’d heard rumors that on some occasions, the Gondolier would sing during the trip, but usually it was a very special occasion or such. He had no idea I was going to do it, so I didn’t expect it. I guess I should mention, we had to run up from 59th street to get there. We were running late and luckily the Gondolier cancelled all his appointments the rest of the evening for us. Did I mention that my special lady friend had on heels? Ouch, right? So, like 20 blocks up running through a park in heels, I’m thinking this is going to be the worst disaster in the world.
Anyway, we get there, she’s in a better mood just because of the fact that she loves boats. We both do. First reason I wanted to do it. The Gondolier was awesome, he immediately cheered her up. He was very talkative. Asking questions like “Does Jamie always do romantic things like this?” Yes, he definitively made the trip for us. So, we started to go under the bridge in the lake, with people standing on the bridge and I thought, hell, let’s do it here, right? Without missing a beat, the Gondolier begins to sing as well, some Italian love song as we go under the bridge. Talk about cheesy at this point, but I was already in motion, so I went for it. Once you’re in motion, you stay in motion. I proposed, she said yes and the Gondolier was more excited than both of us! Her first question: “When are we getting married?” My first answer: “My part is done, it’s all up to you now.”
She’s a great person and I love her and her son to death. Her son is five, by the way. Alex. The past three years were terrific, and I know the remaining years will be as well.
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