The sis and I went to watch the Braves end their season last night. The less I say about that, the better. I’m tired and bitter right now–let’s just leave it at that.
The sis pointed out to me the humor in yelling out, “CHARGE!” at sporting events. You know, when that fake trumpet plays and then everyone yells “CHARGE!” at the top of their lungs. What the hell does that mean? It’s so weird to yell out “CHARGE!” at a sporting event. It’s like some holdover from a 1910 college football game where everyone has those big cylindrical megaphone-type things and wears big fur coats and wave triangular banners. “Okay, Buffy, when that trumpet guy sounds the salute, let’s get the gang to all yell, “CHARGE!” It will be ever so much fun.” “Oh you’re the living end, Biff, really you are! You’re practically incorrigible.”
So, the guy standing up there getting ready to be on the receving end of a 95-mph fastball is somehow encouraged by the crowd yelling “CHARGE!” real loud?
“Charge? Charge what? The mound?”
the tomahawk chop is the reason the braves suck.
We always shout VISA… that’s the Charge they’re looking for at Turner Field :-).
But you guys gotta take it easy on the ole Braves… there are a few of us fans still out there….