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What? Thrashers highlights!

I am not a hockey fan.  I don’t dislike hockey, and actually really enjoyed going to college hockey games when I was in Michigan.  However, I haven’t been to a Thrashers game in a few years.  I’ve had fun when I do go, but frankly, I just forget the team exists.

So I was catching up on my Google Reader items, and found this lovely video.  At first I thought, “hey, cool, this guy gets knocked out.”  Then I realized, “hey, the guy doing the knocking out is a Thrasher.”  Turns out it is the Thrashers’ first round draft pick Evander Kane.  Turns out it is also the first Thrashers highlight I’ve seen all year.

h/t goes to Raiford, who shared with this advice: “Why you don’t pick a fight with someone named after Evander Holyfield.”  That about sums it up.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIjEQHMjNcM[/youtube]

Braves over Cubs, again – is Chipper back?

I’ve been pretty absent here lately.  I’m finishing up my final semester at GSU, and sometimes I have focus on taking care of that stuff.  However, it is spring, which means that I’m following the Braves religiously.  The last few seasons I’ve started the season rather gung-ho, but lost steam around the all star-break.  I really like this team however, and I think they’ll keep my attention for a while.

Some random thoughts after today’s game:

  • John Smoltz isn’t bad as a broadcaster.  I really enjoyed getting some insight into the thought process of a world-class pitcher.  Don Sutton is a hall of fame pitcher, but maybe since I never saw him pitch he just sounded like another announcer to me.  When Jurrjens was struggling in the 5th, Smoltz said something along the lines of, “He’s not trusting his pitches.  You have to just focus on making the pitch, and let the pitch take care of the result.”  Rather Zen.  I liked it.  I still think he took ‘roids, but he’s a decent announcer.
  • When the Braves were down 2-1, I thought, “this might begin to tell us something about this team.”  I probably judge every Braves team against the 1991 team – there weren’t any world-class players on that team, but it was maybe the best team I’ve seen.  It was hard not to just love the chemistry and the grit.  For most of the 2000′s, I haven’t really felt the same connection with the players that I did in the early 90′s.  That started to change with guys like McCann, Prado, and Jurrjens coming up.  Young guys that grew up in the organization (yeah, yeah, we traded for Jurrjens in 2007, I know).  Last year the Braves were 27-25 in one-run games, which I think is telling.  They were 11-30 in 2008.  These Braves don’t quit.
  • If Chipper can keep this up all season we will be real tough to beat.  This lineup has the potential to be very, very tough on opposing pitchers.  If McLouth can get some production out of the 8-spot and Glaus can put up around 20 homers, pitchers don’t really get a break.  No automatic outs (ahem, Franceour).  Those are some pretty big ifs, of course.  I’d like to see more out of Cabrera, as well, but I don’t get the same bad feeling as I do about Glaus.  My gut feeling is that McLouth will do okay, but I’m not sure about Glaus.

Extremely high doesn’t begin to cover it

Ahhhh....chooooo!!

Today’s pollen count is 5733. Yes, you read that right. 5733. Extremely high is 120+ so I’d say today’s count is extremely (bleepin’) high if anything. I’m sure that the majority of you are suffering right along with me (and I even had sinus surgery in November 2008).

According to the article here, we’re approaching the record set back in April 1999. Today’s count is more than double what it was yesterday. The forecasted rain for tomorrow should give us at least a brief respite from the yellow blanket covering the city. I hope.

There are some things you just can’t escape in the South: the countdown to college football beginning in the Spring, the grease at the Varsity and pollen.

Signs you are a jaded baseball fan (is there any other kind?)

So, yeah, James and I are going to opening day.  I really SHOULDN’T go, as I have a test tonight.  I’ll have to leave the game a bit early to make it, but g-d, it is opening day and I have an opportunity to go.  I graduate this semester and I’ll admit a little bit of grad-school senioritis has set in.  The weather is just too nice.

Like every spring, I’m gung-ho about the Braves, and as usual I’ll probably go to four of five games, until about the end of June when I’ll start asking myself, “when does fall football practice start?  Denard Robinson sure is fast… ”

I’m quite appreciative of the tix, but I’m definitely wearing my Braves jersey from little league back in the day.  Unbelievably, it still fits.  I’ve never owned a REAL jersey, like James’ Mark Grace jersey, but I’m considering getting one today.  Do you think they have Heyward jerseys yet?  He’s the savior of the franchise, right (it is that time of the year after all)?  Y’know, other than Jeff Franceour.  Or Jarrod Saltalamacchia.  Hey, remember Wes Helms? Or Wilson Betemit?

So Tommy Hanson has worked out nicely, but I’ve just seen too many franchise saviors get traded or fall flat.  All signs point to great things for Heyward, so I’m hoping of the best.

Why are we sports fans?  We must all be masochists.  I usually remember this about the 9th inning of the first game the Braves lead when they pull out whoever the lame closer is for the year.  By mid-year we’ll have a rotation of three decent guys, and no real closer.

For today, though, it is opening day.  The weather is great.  Heyward is still a demi-god on the way to full-fledged deity status, and hopefully I’ll get to see the Braves ruin James’s day.  I’ll thank him for the ticket by simply smiling and not gloating TOO much.

Shoupade at River Line Park in Smyrna

Sometimes, the south has more in common with Europe than with the rest of the U.S. While almost any region can claim at least one major conflict, Georgia’s soil has more in common with Belgium. Here, we have the ghosts of conflicts ranging from ones that pre-date Europoean settlement (Cherokee vs. Creek vs. Seminole) through German U-Boats off the coast during World War 2.

Of course, there’s the granddaddy of all conflicts that have touched Georgia… and metro Atlanta… Sherman’s March to the Sea.

I’d never do justice to the conflict by synopsizing the history here. Suffice to say, the metro area is rife with historical markers, buildings and… most fascinating to me… earthworks.

I don’t know why, but there’s something about ad-hoc structures that have withstood encroachment from both human and nature for a few hundred years. On my first trip to Yorktown, near the Virginia coast, I was in awe of miles of still-visible trenches and the two carefully maintained redoubts (strongpoints in or near a line of trenches). Kennesaw’s battlefields had the same hold on me, particularly Cheatham Hill.

Imagine my joy when, on a whim, a jog at Smyrna’s new River Line Park yielded… earthworks!

At the back of the park, elevated above the 0.6 mile figure 8 path and the many, many soccer fields is part of a line of defense build by the Confederate defenders of Atlanta.

The name of the park, River Line, comes from the name of a series of defenses built on the north side of the Chattahoochee river, principally with slave labor from Atlanta-area plantations. At the heart of the defenses in the Smynra area are a series of emplacements that didn’t exist anywhere else in the war. They’re called “Shoupades” after their designer, Francis Shoup, a Indiana-born Confederate Brigadier General.

The Shoupade is sort of arrowhead-shaped with the business end pointed towards the advancing foe. A particular advantage is that two Shoupades could provide crossfire into an area that would typically be defended by a longer, traditional trench. Focused point defenses can, in the right terrain, be murderously effective. And it could be done with fewer defenders, meaning more would be available for flanking counterattacks.

Shoupade Detail

Detail from the marker at the park. I'm sure I should point out this is someone else's handiwork... I just snapped the picture!

Sherman found the defenses daunting, and had part of his army build trenches and artillery batteries opposite the River Line defenses in order to engage the River Line forces and thus pin them in their defenses. Conferderate General Johnston withdrew his forces south of the Chattahoochee before the River Line was outflanked.

More than just a Civil War relic, these earthworks represent the complexity of our shared American history. The design itself was both effective and ingenious, praised by Union and Confederate officers alike. But Shoup was a transplant from Indiana who moved to the south and supported the Confederacy because he harbored some aristocratic ambitions he thought could best be fed in the south. It was built with slave labor with the express strategic purpose of maintaining a system of government that would keep the builders of the defenses without rights, in poverty and under the yoke.

Still, and let’s set my lame attempts at a dramatic summation of “what it all means” to the side, as an Atlanta native, it’s my history.

Shoupade

Lame attempt at a panorama of the River Line Park Shoupade. This is looking from the Confederate lines toward the Union lines (which, today, would be the soccer fields).

Hooching in Atlanta

Despite some major drawbacks, and a lack of internet, the 70’s look like they were awesome, and I’m completely bummed to have missed out on a few things from that decade. See: the Ramblin Raft Race.  More than 300,000 people descended on the river in homemade rafts every Memorial Day weekend.  Official sponsors included short shorts, mustaches and Stroh’s beer.  Who knew Tech students could start something so cool?

The event was eventually shut down because it was too much fun, according to this AJC article, and Atlantans got busy dedicating a few decades to pouring chemicals directly into the water. A reasonable person would assume that one should generally avoid contact with ITP Chattahoochee “water,” right?

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Another yuppie ITP snob joins metblogs

Hi y’all. Abby here, new metblogs contributor, previous frequent commenter (see? you, too, can be an Author!). I’m a rabid reader of Atlanta food news; eat and drink out entirely too often for someone who loves to cook; am a regular (albeit totally fair-weather) bicycle commuter; live in Cabbagetown; work in Midtown; get mildly up in arms about state transportation and local crime issues; and think that Atlanta just needs a lil bit more transit, density, street food, bike cops, and beaches. Also have a penchant for the parenthetical and make too many lists.

I grew up in the Atlanta burbs and am still a little bitter about it, to the point that my coworkers know that it’s going to take a serious draw for me to meet them anywhere north of 14th. I grew up with a big Cajun family and am really, really picky about gumbo. Went to New Orleans for school, came back to Atlanta 7 years ago, living downtown, on Ponce, and now in c-town. I do love this city, but it’s a love that has grown on me. Unlike everybody on the internets, I don’t have a blog, so my full online attention will be directed here! Hooray!

How to spend 6 weeks on an intro…

How to spend 6 weeks on an intro, and still deliver something that’ll make everyone wish for a lousy t-shirt instead.

It took 6 weeks, so you’d think this would be a better-crafted intro!

I’m Jim, and I’ll be one of your occasional, humble contributors. I live outside the perimeter in North Henry and work within line of sight of it in South Cobb. I’ve lived in the metro area all my life, split between East Point, Peachtree City, Henry County, Little 5 Points and Virginia Highlands (not even kinda in any logical order!).

Not sure that what I do for a living is all that interesting, but I do get to do it for the oldest incorporated company (1848) in the state. There’s a small irony in that, because my family doesn’t really have any strong roots anywhere. In Southern English, “my people are not from here.” But I am.

And I love this place. I do… even the airport. Heck, especially the airport. As much as I love it, the metro area also drives me crazy. I’m certain the better part of the state legislature is out to raze it from the face of the planet. The traffic nearly drives me to drink. The empty strip malls cause me to shout “why? Why? WHY?” to no one in particular. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

This is my home, and it’ll be my privilege to praise and bury Atlanta, usually in the same breath… but with more praise!

His name is what??

I was walking to class near Woodruff Park around 4, and I heard this loudspeaker click on.  It is surreal sounding – I think there has been some natural disaster, this thing is so loud.

“Garbled garbled garbled…. Walter’s….. garbled…. Downtown is secure!  Downtown is secure!”

WTF?  I mean, that’s good to know of course.  Five minutes later everyone standing outside class gets a phone call.  I check my message, and its again garbled.  A post on GSU’s website indicated that a shot had been fired near Walter’s, which is across the street from the main undergrad classroom.

It turns out that some local rapper name WAKA FLOCKA(for real!!!) got into a fight with Gucci Mane’s crew at Walter’s.  Who is Waka Flocka?

Waka Flocka, aka Juaqin Malphurs, is a member of Gucci Mane’s 1017 Brick Squad. His pseudonym alludes to the sound of cocking a semi-automatic pistol.
“Whoever he is he’s got a big swollen eye now,” [witness Patrick] Morrison said.
Oh, snap!
We joked in break between class that someone must have stepped on someone’s sneaks… we didn’t think we were that close!

If Hotlanta hadn’t jumped the shark already…

Ohhh, it's a joke. I get it...

We’ve had a little discussion recently about the term Hotlanta.  It won’t die.  Maybe it has just morphed into acceptable ironic territory for natives.  How else to explain the advent of Hotlanta hot sauce?  Get the info at Creative Loafing (h/t: Blissful Glutton).  This showed up on my radar because I immediately recognized one of the founder’s names.  I had some friends that went to high school with Thomas Wessels, and I vaguely remember the guy from parties.

Turns out entrepreneurism runs in the family – his brother Andy is one of the Whynatte guys.  I don’t know either of these guys, but I like to encourage local stuff as much as possible.  (Even if it is only a matter of time before someone on HCWD is wearing Whynatte stuff.)  I’ll have to try the Hotlanta hot sauce next time I’m at Fox Bros.

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