When the Braves moved to Atlanta in 1966, my aunt and uncle from Chickamauga, Ga., would attend the season opener each year. To my young mind at the time, that seemed like a most exciting thing to do.
My buddy Marshall and I have not missed an opening day in something like 25 years now. And what I believed as a child remains true: it is one of the most exciting days of the year.
Let the chopping begin.
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