Now, today’s game. I remember the days when we were Atlanta’s beeyotch, laying down and taking it like a champ whenever Glavine, Maddux and crew made their annual interleague pilgrimage to Boston (low-lighted, at least in my opinion, by that game a couple years back at Fenway, in which someone had the godawful idea to dress ’em in those vintage Boston Braves unis). Now, the Braves seem in freefall (the Curse of Renteria?), and it’s as good a time as any to see Josh get back on track.
See you at 1:20pm.
