Jacob Carney, who has an AMAZING Braves story!
- Jacob Carney
- University of Georgia, Junior in Landscape Architecture
- Tell us more about your most memorable game? Why was it special?
I was with my father, Charlie and his father. I was convinced the braves were going to lose, being down 5 -1 heading into the 9th. My dad bet me $ 50 they would come back and win. It came down to Brian Jordan; with a full count, bases loaded, he smacked one to left center. Remember like it was yesterday.
Tell us more about your favorite player or team
My favorite players are Derek Jeter and Tiger (before scandal). I grew up watching golf when Tiger was Tiger, how couldn’t you love him? DJ, is the Man. He personifies clutch. I wore #2 and played shortstop because of him. Tiger could of learned something from Derek Jeter. DON’T get married.
What kind of fan are you?
I love going to Braves games and I would do anything for a homerun ball. Ill give you an example. This summer I was driving up 85 North on the way to Athens. I turned on the braves game about 2 miles out from the stadium. It was the top of the 8th tied 2-2. Without hesitation, I crossed three lanes and got off on the Turner Field exit. Parked in the Blue Lot, ran up to the stadium, ask two exiting fans for there tickets, ran in, sat in left center. Unsurprising the braves gave up three runs in the top of the 9th (classic braves of late). Being a man of hope and going through all the trouble, I wasn’t leaving. With one out in the bottom of the 9th, Jace Peterson smacks a homerun to right center. The ball lands in the gap between the outfield seats and the outfield wall. Again without hesitation, I parkored down 10 feet into the gap. Sprinted 50 yards around the outfield wall to see the ball just sitting there. As I look up I see a 6’5 security guard hauling ass at me. I turned and hauled ass In the opposite direction instinctively. As I see fans cheering for me I tossed the ball up to my friend and instantly turned and yelled, “ I surrender, I surrender.” Taken to braves jail, and told I was never aloud back to Turner Field. I went back the next night.