Same Room, Different Worlds
Strange little weekend here that hit the gamut of my career. Saturday night, I was a guest of ChopTalk magazine at the annual banquet of the Braves 400 Club, the 40-plus-year-old fan club of the Atlanta Braves. Got to hang with Dale Murphy, Phil Niekro, and Sid Bream, who scored the most famous run in Braves history. It was 1992, final game of the National League Championship Series. Los Bravos were down 2-0 to Barry Bonds and the Pittsburgh Pirates, bottom of the ninth, two out. But the Braves rallied to score three runs, the final one coming on Sid’s gimpy-kneed hobble toward home as Bonds’ throw went wide. The Braves won the game and perpetuated the dynasty that won another twelve division titles. It’s one of the finest moments in baseball history, hands down.
The birth of my kids was pretty cool and all, but Sid’s Slide was right up there.
So the next day (that would be today), I went to the exact same hotel in the exact same room to hang with artist Jason Flowers and sign promo copies of my upcoming book RIPPED. Also added to my original art collection by buying the original of this page from Civil War #5:
So, yeah…Braves, comics…a good weekend.