O'er Amber Waves of Grain

So. First of all, I was in attendance at the Braves game on Wednesday, at which the Cardinals flew into the window, as it were. 14-4. I'm just saying. I will, of course, be taking full credit for this turn of events. Everyone got a hit. Everyone played well. And it just provides a bit of justification for my very deep-seeded belief that the Braves' post-All Star Break performance will knock the socks off the Naysayers. Mets? Poop.

Second of all, at said Braves game, the Powers That Be at the Ted decided to put on the fireworks display that got rained out on Tuesday, the Birthday of Our Nation (I won't be a dork and tell you all that really the Birthday of Our Nation is 02 July...crap). The display was replete with patriotic songs, including my favorite, "I'm Proud to Be an American," which inevitably reminds me of the laser show at Stone Mountain which I attended with my mother and brother and some elementary school chums during the same trip in which I saw the New Kids On the Block live and in concert at Bobby Dodd Stadium. Yes, folks. The rumors are true. I am a gigantic dork. Anyway, back to the point. The fireworks actually managed to bring the patriot out in me. Patriot Amy is always hanging out just beneath my anti-Bush bluster, constantly doing things like saying, "The jury system is great!" and "Long live captialism!" Patriot Amy, on the occasion of the God Bless America Turner Field Fireworks Extravaganza, bent my ear and reminded me that, though I do tend to do things like "go off on Bush" and "bemoan the current situation in Iraq" and "roll my eyes at the people who don't want homosexuals to marry" and "key SUVs" (okay that last one is a lie), I am damn happy to live in a country where my very life's pursuit can be so antithetical to the pursuits of the Ruling Administration and not get me lynched. I am damn happy to be a woman and still be able to go to school and wear pants. I am damn happy that, gosh darnit, if I wanted to be President I could run. I am damn happy that if I get raped, I won't have to committ suicide so my family can regain their honor. I am damn happy we have laws protecting our National Parks (for as long as they may last) and I am damn happy that I've gotten to see some of those parks and that if I want to go back, alls I gotsta do is get in the car (which I am allowed to drive) and go.

Finally, I am damn happy that a horse just ran by my building on Peachtree Street. God Bless America.