Hello all. Open for business again.
Woke up this morning to the sounds of my daughter running out of the house because she overslept and was late for work. She forgot to wish me Happy Father’s Day.
But I’m over that crushing blow — thanks to the sounds of my wife outside with a hedge trimmer.
Thanks for watching over the place for a few days while I was out. Also, thanks to most of you for your kind wishes. (And to the others: Sorry. I came back.)
I’m writing through this week, but then taking some vacation time, which I need to squeeze in before Falcons’ training camp starts.
I’ll post a column later today on the Braves’ upcoming homestand against the Cubs (makeup game), Yankees and Red Sox. I know we’re not even at the midway point of the season but I think everybody knows how important this week is, not just for the standings but also for holding the attention of the Atlanta market before the Falcons open training camp. (That should give you some hint about my focus in the column.)
On another matter, I spent the past few days in Pittsburgh, which has reason to gloat lately. Saw a great T-shirt that combined the Steelers’ and Penguins’ respective titles into one slogan: “On Ice Or Grass, We’ll Kick Your …”
Oh, wow, look at the time.