After several weeks of staying up WAY TOO LATE watching the Braves in the Playoffs and World Series, I think it’s safe to say that the entire city of Atlanta was completely over the moon when our Atlanta Braves won in Game 6 of the World Series! Since moving to Atlanta in 1989 and experiencing them going from worst to first – I have loved the Braves for as long as I can remember. My husband also grew up in Atlanta and he was at the final game in 1995 when the Braves won the World Series.
Needless to say it was incredible to experience a Braves World Series victory with our boys.
Once we all got done chop-chop-chopping our Braves to their victory (and got a few nights to catch up on sleep!), it was announced that there would be a Braves Celebration Parade. Since my parents took me to the Braves Celebration Parade back in the day, I was already scheming up a way to continue the tradition and take the boys to the parade.
When our school announced that school would be cancelled, it was an easy decision. We would definitely be attending the Braves Parade!
Unfortunately my husband had a commitment so I recruited a girlfriend and her two boys to join me in the shenanigans.
And a plan was hatched.
The Braves offered two different options- you could either go downtown to Peachtree Street or you could go to the Battery where the Braves stadium is. Since we had access to a lunch option and bathrooms downtown, we opted for that route. I lined up a driver, we got all of our Braves gear, bundled up and packed our positive attitudes and hoped for the best!
When the parade was about to start we decided to scoot up to the third floor of the building we were using as home base for our very own viewing party. We cracked a window so we could hear the cheering and music and had the perfect birds eye view of the parade. Thankful for friends who can roll with it all and our four boys who brought the magic alive.
Thankful for friends who can roll with it all and our four boys who brought the magic alive.
It was wild. Loud. And completely chaotic. There were people everywhere. The weather was frigid. And Peachtree Street was booming.
Perfect ingredients for lifelong memories in my opinion. 🙂