I was assaulted at my mailbox recently. It was a moment of true horror. I’m not quite sure how I lived through it.

Tim Tebow appeared, Phil 4:13 eye black and all, on the cover of my new Sports Illustrated. SONUVA.

I recoiled and dropped it faster than if it were a snake I grabbed from the box. [I think I might have preferred a snake over the reptile that actually was in there.] After looking down and realizing the repulsive truth, I had no other choice but to cry. I didn’t know whether to press charges or tear of the cover. Unfortunately, as a friend reminded me, I really need to just throw the whole thing away… because where there is a cover shot, therein lies a centerfold. At which thought I promptly threw up in my mouth a little more.

To make matters worse, I had to watch the Marlins win on a walk-off homer last night. The Braves just can’t seem to string together enough of their good days to make headway, leaving us 8 games behind the 1st place Phillies, 1 game behind the Marlins, and 3 games out of the wild card spot. Alas, it’s only July 29th, and there is lots of baseball left. Sigh.

In an effort to make myself feel better about the Brav-os, I’ll mention the great time I had watching the Braves kick the Mets’ butts almost 2 weeks ago while we had a Dieterich party at Maddux’s number retirement ceremony. It felt like the 90’s inside Turner Field that day. The 1990’s that is. When baseball was a source of hometown pride, and fake music wasn’t necessary to start the Tomahawk Chop. Ahh, those were the days!

Lots of baseball left. And hopefully lots of non-Tebow covers in the future.