Here it is, tax time, and I haven't sat down to watch a baseball game start to finish. I haven't made it down to Turner Field for a game either. Crazy isn't it? One of the reasons I moved to Atlanta was so that I could have the opporutnity to watch all the baseball and football I wanted. And here I am, mid-April, so thoroughly entrenched in my hockey-playoff mindset that I have completely missed all but a few choice innings of what looks like a very good start for my Bravos. As of Sunday the Braves 8-3 give them a .727 winning percentage, the best in all of baseball. Take that Mr. Met. Of course any baseball team is simply one elbow away from disaster at any given time. So here's hoping that Smoltzie keeps on ticking, Hudson found his missing mojo, and that Bob Wickman continues to be the savior of our bullpen. And I promise I'll make it down there soon. They award the Stanly Cup in June...so pencil me in by then.