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Injuries, SchminjuriesOh ye of little faith. That’s right, I’m talking to you Braves fans. Sure, things in the infield look mighty bleak now, what with Chipper, Renteria and Giles out with injuries. The fact that they’re hurt now shouldn’t bother you too much. But all three have had a checkered health history in recent years, and that’s none too comforting. We’d rather have these injuries crop up early so the ill can be rested and operated on if necessary. At least the Braves have a few more-than-capable supersubs in Wilson Betemit and Pete Orr, who both managed to hit .300-ish last year. That is a luxury many other teams don’t have. If someone goes down, they go to the bench for a .250-hitting scrub who goes to the plate hoping to work a walk. Besides, at the rate Andruw Jones and Adam LaRoche are hitting homers, we can stand to be without Chipper and Renteria for a little while power-wise. Remember, baseball is a 162-game marathon leading up to the postseason. No reason to start sprinting here in April. Heck, if the pitching staff has indeed righted itself, maybe we’ll be in for a few more exciting games like the one I attended Saturday when Smoltzie blanked the Padres 2-0. It was a pretty great feeling leaving the Ted knowing that: I’ve given up on my illusion of Jorge Sosa returning to any semblance of the pitcher he was last year. Time to stick him in the bullpen and hope he can straighten things out. Unfortunately the fine weather won’t hold out forever and the dog days of summer in the city are upon us. For my son Tyler and myself, that means resorting to soft-serve ice cream, dippin dots and frozen lemonade to stay cool. But there are a lot worse ways to sweat through nine innings, am I right? About this baseball-as-marathon thing. Truth be told I want the division to come down to the final weekend, and I’d rather the Braves have to come from behind to catch the Wild Card bid into the postseason. It’s a known fact that it doesn’t always matter how talented your team is when October’s on the calendar. What matters is how hot you are. Sometimes getting hot means putting aside thoughts that you’re a no-hit, good fielding bench player. See Francisco Cabrera, who got the game winning single in the ‘92 NLCS clincher. I’m hoping it just might come down to a no-namer like catcher Greg Olson was for that ‘92 team. They went to the World Series for cryin’ out loud! The best we can hope for down the stretch is some good Karma from the nobody-knows-who-the-heck-they-are guys. Here’s hoping Bobby Cox doesn’t have to fill his whole infield with such talent in the middle of the season, however. We end the season against the Mets and the Astros, both at home. Sure would be nice to handily defeat them for rivalry’s sake, but moreso to get the Braves on a sizeable roll heading into the Division Series. So don’t sweat the injury bug early on. We’ve got a long, long way to go. — John Munford Cheap Seat Chatter's blog | login to post comments |