There was an old man that lived down the road from my granddaddy’s farm, Mr. Bill Ritter, who was a big Braves fan. Mr. Bill was an old bachelor who lived alone in a house with no running water or electricity. He didn’t drive, no car or truck, and was illiterate. Granddaddy kept him fed about half the year from the garden at the farm and in return Mr. Bill kept an eye on things. His only entertainment that I ever knew of was a transistor radio that he picked up the Braves games on and was a huge fan even though he couldn’t read about them in the paper or see them on the news or tv.
Summer of ‘70 and the tobacco season over, we rode up to the farm to check on things and stopped by to look in on Mr. Bill. He wasn’t a man given to emotion, but when Granddaddy asked him how the Braves were doing, his eyes lit up. He excitedly tried to tell us about the Braves winning, but more importantly one of the Braves had hit three homeruns in a row! In Mr. Bill’s words “They was this one Brave that hit three home run balls and ‘bout won the game by hisself! I don’t know what his name was, but the folks on the radio called him ‘the Atlanta Potater!’” Of course Mr. Bill was talking about Orlando Cepeda! We never let on in front of Mr. Bill that we knew different, but we enjoyed a chuckle every time we talked baseball from then on.