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**OnlineHost** You have entered the Atlanta Braves Reliever Alumni chatroom. |
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jewish_smores: No! NO! Come back! Do you regret taking on a reliever's role? Was it because of me? Was it me who destroyed you in that World Series? Am I responsible? Wait! Come back! |
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jewish_smores: /sigh |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
What's relief to you?
Iced tea on a summer day?
Finding your car keys? |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
What's relief to them?
Starters calling me to end
Their games with a win? |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
What's relief to me?
Taking glory earned by the
Ones who paid for it? |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
A reliever's role
Is not one of pride or shame.
It is just a role. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
If you think of it
As more than it ought to be
It devours you. |
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jewish_smores: /pause |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
Ah! How rude of me!
I'm BEARDED RELIEF PITCHER
THE SECOND, and I |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
Haven't seen a man
Start, then close, then start again.
Far be it from I |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
To offer advice.
I can only ask you to
Weigh things carefully. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
It is true that I
Won the Series with you, and
That fills me with pride. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
BUT! You must know that
I did not do this without
Killing part of me. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
I once started games
For the Braves in the eighties.
Did not amount much. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
Philadelphia.
Traded one December eve.
Did not shed a tear. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
For I reasoned, "STEVE!
No emotion in business!
Take this ball and throw!" |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
And so throw I did.
Salary went up, and up.
Happiness did not. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
Converted to close.
Dismantled my heart and soul
To their wretched whims. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
And yet, still I said
"Think things through rationally.
This is your career! |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
"This is not the game
In your backyard as a kid.
You don't hit home runs. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
"You're not the hero.
You don't pitch the no-hitters.
You don't earn the wins." |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
So I listened to
That part of me that they had
Broken and rebuilt. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
Journeyman I was.
San Francisco, then the Twins.
Each time that I left |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
A city, I left
A part of myself there; a
Souvenir of my |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
Abandonment of
What I was and loved and did
For the sake of what? |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
Gave in to despair.
Never would I love the game
As I once did so! |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
But THEN! Oh SWEET LORD!
Granted free agency, and
Then I promptly sought |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
A contract with the
Braves, who claimed me once again.
'TWAS JOY RESURRECT! |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
Remained there for the
Final days of my career.
Won my Series ring. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
And now I am loved.
Chipper Jones still hikes his pants
In tribute to me. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
But some days I come
To the park, and then I see
Old men in the stands. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
Wearing powder-blue
Hats, canes resting on their laps.
Offering a smile. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
I can't smile back.
For I know the awful truth:
I don't deserve this. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
They look as to say
"Where were you those missing days?
Had you had enough? |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
"During those dark days
You were gone, we were hurting!
I wonder, were you? |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
"Did you read the news
And see we were twenty-five
Games out of first place? |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
"And, if so, did you
Shed a tear or raise a glass
As our native son?" |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
And I recall, no.
I did not concern myself
With the troubles of |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
Those who helped to build
The dynasty which I joined
After it was built. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
After they lost games.
After they lost superstars.
After they lost hope. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
My ring was forged from
Years of tears and shame and strength
None of which was mine. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
Cruel analogy?
This reliever's role? You think?
See, I found myself |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
Living life as a
Undeserving finisher
As relievers do. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
So again I say:
I refuse to give advice
To you, dearest John. |
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ChristDiedBedrosian:
I will only warn:
Never allow what you do
Become what you are. |
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jewish_smores: I would never be that. It could never be me. |
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