Is it weird to be this emotional about a building? I really don’t think so. Plenty of people have a special connection to, say, their childhood home. But, I have more of an emotional attachment to Turner Field than I do with that old house on Ogeechee Drive.
After all, baseball is the fabric of my life. Those that know me at all know that’s obvious. Someone once asked me what I’d do if God asked me to give up baseball. I replied that was a ridiculous question because Jesus loved me. He wouldn’t do that.
When The Ted opened on April 4, 1997, I was just six years old. I was amazed that my Braves were getting to play in the stadium that was first built to hold that Olympic Flame I stood on the side of the road to see pass a year before. Later, while visiting my grandparents in Roswell, I clearly remember being fascinated by an article in the Atlanta-Journal Constitution about the layout of the Braves new clubhouse, complete with a map. Little did I know that I’d get to go on a few tours over a decade later and see that clubhouse for myself.
I’ve got so many memories at 755 Hank Aaron Drive. It’s hard to believe that on Sunday I’ll make my last memory there.