I remember when Sheffield was in the process of bolting from Atlanta after the 2003 season, and after he went a combined 3 for 30 between the 2002 and 2003 playoffs, had the audacity to suggest something like the Braves don’t take the playoffs seriously enough.The 2002 NLDS was when I finally stopped believing in the idea of a "team of destiny." Man, I loved that team. Couldn't hit at all outside the core of Sheffield, Chipper and Andruw, but they could pitch the hell out of the ball, and they just kept winning all year. If the bats were silent, they'd throw a shutout. If the pitching struggled, the offense would have a rare great night. That group seemed blessed.
And then that freaking ninth inning against the Giants. Furcal and Franco get on base to lead it off, you have Sheffield-Chipper-Andruw due up, OK, it's going to happen again. Then Sheffield swings through the hangiest slider Robb Nen has ever thrown, and Chipper grounds into the season-ending double play. 23 years later and I still think about that inning.
Like, F you dude.