Yes, I said it. The 2015 Atlanta Braves will be bad, like really bad. For most Braves fans (at least in my generation) this is a relatively new feeling. In my 27 years of existence on this planet, I have never gone into a season knowing and truly believing that we will be crap. Ever since I was able to formulate complete sentences and think logically, the Braves have had a chance…but not this year.
With these uncharted waters comes a strange sense of relief. I couldn’t possibly be disappointed if I don’t expect them to do anything worthwhile…or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. The amount of stress that my body is under during the 160 game (regular) season is truly unhealthy (I should probably seek medical attention for my struggles – maybe later), so the idea that we will be about as good as the Falcons’ defense is something that provides me with a bit of relief. I know what we are capable of and I won’t expect anything more.
So far the Braves have traded away 3 pretty important offensive players this offseason: Heyward, J Up, and Gattis. That Heyward trade still stings…a lot. I understand what they’re doing and I’m sure it was the right move, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt my heart. But don’t fret Braves fan, not everyone has left…we still have BJ – cue the over exaggerated sigh. While watching Upton will still be as cringeworthy as it ever was, at least I know what to expect. He’ll have an obscene amount of strikeouts and a BA under .100. I know, how depressing. But with the bad comes the good…(at least that’s what I’m telling myself), I’m hoping that there will be glimpses of what the future holds for the Braves; after all, we still have Simba and Freeman. There is bound to be a gold glove play (or 50) from Simmons this year, and that is always a treat. It appears that the front office is willing to let these next two years be a wash in order to build up our farm system and be ready for the big move in 2017, and boy do I hope they figure things out by then. There is no way that I will be driving to Cobb County (which is complete crap by the way) to watch a sorry Atlanta Braves team. I don’t have the time, energy, or funds for that nonsense.
Of course I still plan on going to the Ted and supporting the Braves…cause let’s be honest, what else would I do. Teheran will still be a stud and Freddie Freeman will still hit bombs. I predict a dismal 4-17 record for Teheran accompanying a stellar 1.27 ERA. That’s the kind of year I think the Braves are destined to have. While I’m sad the Braves won’t contend for anything other than last place in the NL East, I’m relieved that I won’t have to wonder where we’ll end up. I won’t have to stress over our team high strikeout numbers and our lackluster offense. So as I shed a tear when spring training starts and prepare myself for two (hopefully no more than that) long years of crappy baseball, I will make some popcorn, grab a coke and do the chop stress free.