There are lots of markers of age in a time of great technological change. But one rarely remarked upon, because it really has almost nothing to do with technology, is going to movies on time. In my youth, it was quite common to go to the movies (whether dropped off by your parents at the theater or brought with your parents) without any notion of what time the movie began. You arrived, sat down, watched the movie from wherever it was at that time, watched a few trailers and cartoon features after the closing credits, began watching the movie from the beginning, and with the invariable phrase “This is where we came in” leave when the movie returned to your starting point. If you were really intrigued, you might watch the movie again to the end.
You didn’t do this for every movie, but you did it when you were more or less randomly “going to the movies” just to get out of the house. That was a thing. My grandchildren find this hard to believe. Their parents find it somewhat difficult to believe. The practice predates my birth by at least 30 years, and was gone by the time the multiplexes were constructed in the 70s.
I bring this up because in this Braves season I feel like: “This is where I came in.” We’re playing the Phillies, we’re around .500, we’re not in first place but in shouting distance, we’re waiting for the bullpen to solidify, etc. etc. I’m going to stick around and wait for the coming attractions, I guess, but this is where I came in. And because the season has had no narrative arc at all, it’s easy to get disoriented. If I get up and walk out, it’s just because I got confused.
Y’know what else is confusing? A Dansby Swanson grand slam. Solid bullpen pitching (a Grybo from Jackson, but not a critical one). La Gran Calabaza getting on base (OK… it was a walk, but baby steps.). An easy 7-2 win. 47-48. One game away from .500. This is definitely where I came in. So is this the game that turns it around? Turns what around? All we do is play games and win about half of them. Welcome back. As long as we’re in Philadelphia, it was an Eagle who said: “You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.”
John McGraw was a good manager; he ranks third all time in wins. The guy in first in wins kept his job because he owned the team. They aren’t the same guy. Ted Turner, I would point out, is second in wins by a team owner/manager, with 0. I presume Chip can keep Connie and Ted separate.