Went to a Braves game.

I got seriously overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions when I went to this game.
A certain proposal I got from a very special boy added to that madness.

I felt happy. Happy that I was with the man that I love, watching a team that I was raised to love. I was happy that I was getting to watch one of the greatest players of all times play one last time (Chipper, guys. Chipper). Happy that I was among people who didn't judge my Chipper Jones fan-girl. We made the jumbo-tron with my 'I said yes' sign, and made ESPN with the flip side of it, which said 'Chipper, you will be missed.' (It was neon yellow, so I hope he saw it...one can hope, right?)

I felt an immense sadness. Immense, immense sadness. I haven't been to a Braves game since my Uncle Wayne passed away 7 years ago. Every one I'd ever been to, I was either with him or called him right after to tell him all about it, even when I was in high school. I didn't get to do that this time. I felt sadness over, pending that boyfriend or any other wonderful person my life doesn't surprise me, that was the last time I got to see Chipper play. Chipper Jones. The one person who defined my childhood. The one person who (unintentionally) was the cause of me getting in trouble as a kid (for not going to bed because there were still 5 innings left in the baseball game). The one person that, were he ever to say hello to me, I might freak out.

I felt overwhelmed. We walked into the field's little museum, which was awesome. I literally felt overwhelmed looking at all of the different displays. That's history. History I got to be a part of. History I witnessed from the living room floor of my house or my aunt and uncle's, dressed in my Chipper jersey with my Braves bear (YES HE WAS NAMED CHIPPER DON'T JUDGE ME).

I literally have not known what to do with all my feels here lately. Emotional basket-case? That'd be me.