The main reason we decided to go to Atlanta was because Dave wanted to see the Braves play in their home stadium. We’ve seen them play in a few different stadiums, but not at Turner Field. Our hotel was only a couple of blocks away from the stadium and to get there we walked right by where the Olympic Torch from the 1996 games is kept.

Once we were there, Pete found his little league number outside the gates.   21 was worn by the left-handed pitcher Warren Spahn. Spahn was Inducted into the Braves Hall of Fame in August of 1999.

Once we were inside Dave took his standard “view of the field from way up high and behind home plate” photo.  We both were pretty excited about that thing in the upper left corner, to the left left of the Delta sign.

Still can’t see it? It’s a 40 foot tall, 15,000 pound tomahawk chopping mechanical cow.  Awesome! Dave wants one for his sports basement.  For the first time, I’m actually sort of glad we don’t currently have a basement.

And because I should include at least one photo of the actual game, here’s Dave’s boy Jeff at bat.

Dave was a happy boy.  He got his fill of baseball food: peanuts, beer, hot dogs, dippin’ dots, and of course a sno-cone.  10 points if you can guess what color it was.

(see those freckles I mentioned before?)

He was nice enough to share it with Pete.

I got to wear my brand new Braves’ jersey for the first time.  I think I need a couple more Braves shirts so that I can mix it up a little and keep the scrapbook pages from being too boring (I’m a dork, I know).

Oh, and the Braves beat the Giants (11-5).  There was much rejoicing.