So I am sitting here watching the Atlanta Braves and the Chicago Cubs play and the Cubs are winning 5-0. All of a sudden, Garret Anderson of the Braves hits a home run to right field and wraps the ball around the poll. The next few batters walk and the next thing you know, they are only down 5-3. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Anderson comes to the plate again. With a full count, Anderson swings at a pitch in the dirt, but the ball gets past Geovany Soto, the catcher, and Anderson makes it to first base safely. Jeff Francoeur comes to the plate and after having only two home runs in 266 at-bats, Frenchy sits on a high curveball and blasts a two-run homer, tying the game. There is nothing like watching your team come back from an all but hopeless deficit. The feeling I get when watching my team come back makes me love the game of baseball. It is a game of forgiveness and second chances. That's why it's America's past-time.
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