It's Over

Tim Hudson is going to have Tommy John surgery. Well, that hasn't actually been prescribed yet, but his MRI shows elbow ligament damage and he's off to see Dr. James Andrews tomorrow. We all know how that's going to end.

There has not been a Braves season like this in nearly twenty years, but at least back in the 80s there wasn't some semblance of hope like their was with this team, so it was better then somehow. The only good news to report is that the Braves have finally decided to face their fate and have announced that they're accepting offers for Teixeira.

And really, if I'm Frank Wren, I trade Ohman and Kotsay and everything else not nailed down or named McCann, Escobar, Jurrjens, and maybe Johnson and Campillo. I guess you don't/can't trade Chipper because he's basically the Braves' Al Kaline, but if he so much as shrugged uncomfortably I'd seek his approval to ship him off someplace where he could end his career as a winner. Everyone else can go as far as I'm concerned. The whole superstructure can be burnt down.

Final move: retire Bobby Cox back to a senior adviser role in the hopes that he can bring back the heady days of 1986-1990 when he was responsible for the drafting and development of Ron Gant, Tom Glavine, Steve Avery, Pete Smith, David Justice, and Chipper Jones. Likely? No, but I have too much respect for the guy as a manager to make him have to squeeze into that uniform anymore and teach a bunch of kids who were in diapers the last time the Braves had to rebuild.

It's 1984 all over again, Braves Nation. Let's ease into it as quickly yet gracefully as we possibly can and hope that this time our time in the wilderness is shorter than it was before.