One of my fondest memories as a kid was the first time I went to a Braves game.  It was the high light of that year…come to think of it, it was the high light of my childhood.  Dale Murphy lead the Braves to a record season, every kid that owned a glove in Georgia wanted to be him, every kid dreamt of meeting him.  A family friend and a fellow baseball lover promised he would take me to a game.  Anytime I saw him I begged and pleaded with him.  Finally the day came.  We went on a sunday, we went on batting glove day.  Nothing could beat this, not hat day, not poster day… to a kid in Georgia a batting glove  was like gold.

20 years later I’m back in Georgia, and the one thing I want to do is see the Braves play an relive my childhood.  But Murphy is retired, the stadium is torn down…oh well.  On the bright side, one of the perks of doing what I do for a living is that we get to travel…out of all the places I have been to, Atlanta has meant the most to me.  I knew one day I would come back and I’m happy to say it’s been a wonderful home coming.  The thing that has made this location the best is seeing family.  I’ve learned a lot getting to know them again. I’ve gained respect where I had none before, both ways I must add.  However, the best part has been sharing the things that made me so happy as a kid to my nephews and niece.  I think this says it all!