Guest Feature from Kevin Lagowski

So I married a Braves fan.

I am your pretty stereotypical, dyed-in-the-wool, Philadelphia sports fan. I grew up in Delaware (the state, not Delco) and now live in Chester County, but of course we all know that this whole area is in the Philly orbit. My grandfather, who actually did grow up in the city, used to go watch the Phillies and A’s at Shibe Park. The Philly sports lifeblood then flowed from him through my dad and into me, and it is strong. I remember being crushed repeatedly during childhood by seeing my teams lose, and perhaps the opposing club I despised above all were the Atlanta Braves. Always winning, always the darling of national broadcasts, filled with punchable faces like Chipper Jones. I delighted in seeing them lose, probably just as much as seeing any of my teams win.

So of course I ended up marrying a Braves fan.

Yeah, I got myself into a weird situation, and it’s not like it’s changing anytime soon. This November will mark ten years of wedded bliss. Two little guys running around (I’ll circle back to them later) and a life built together. I’m stuck, and I wouldn’t want to be unstuck. But the Braves thing still drives me crazy.