This is my story of watching my dad die in the summer of 2003 and at night in a lonely hospital ICU waiting room cheering on the 2003 Atlanta Braves team that had the most homers in the majors that year. My dad had an outpatient hernia surgery on June 3rd, 2003 and something went terribly wrong during the surgery and I had to watch my dad die slowly for 33 days. My dad died on July 7th, 2003. The only thing that I had to be happy about in that terrible month was watching Javy Lopez and the braves hit homer after homer in each of their games. I know they didn't win the world series or even a playoff series but I just wanted to share that. I love sports. Sometimes when life beats you down to your knees it sometimes takes watching some sports to inspire you to get back up. My dad made me turn it to the braves game everynight in his ICU room and I would sit in his room and watch the game with him sometimes and we wouldn't say a word just enjoy the game for 3 hours and try not to think that we wouldn't be together too much longer. They told me he was dying but I just didn't want to believe it. I miss you dad. Go Braves.