He pitched in Augusta for his first rehab start. He only went three innings, but it invoked mixed emotions.
On the one hand Smoltz was an Atlanta Brave for as long as I can remember. I can distinctly recall his magical second half of the 1991 season which culminated in him winning the game that clinched the pennant, winning Game 7 of the NLCS, and dueling Jack Morris in Game 7 of the World Series.
On the other hand this is the man who was insulted by the lack of loyalty by the Braves when they would only offer $2-2.5 million guaranteed to a 42-year-old pitcher who was coming off yet another major surgery on his throwing arm and would only pitch half a season... if he was lucky.
I wanted to give him a standing ovation.
I wanted to heckle him mercilessly about his greed and imply he was still paying off his divorce.
In the end I did nothing. As he walked off in the third inning and everyone rose around me to applaud, I sat there motionless and stared.