Maddux, Glavine and Smoltz

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I wasn't supposed to be home today. I was supposed to be in Cooperstown. I had rooms booked for myself, my Dad and my brother. We had plans to drive up. We had plans to enjoy the pre-induction festivities. We had plans to watch as Bobby Cox, Greg Maddux and Tom Glavine were inducted into the Hall of Fame.

Then, work happenned. Our entire consulting practice was ordered to Chicago for a few days this week and I've been put on-call at a client for the weekend. Were these things actually important? No. The meeting in Chicago was a pointless "get to know us" affair that only served to re-inforce that my personal goals do not align with those of the multi-national corporation that employs me. That's fine of course. I'm a professional malcontent, but I work hard at my job, even if I don't love it.

As for being on-call, if something were to go wrong with the application that I support this weekend, it would have no impact on the client's business operations. None. We have a two hour SLA for an application that is essentially unimportant. Not only could any problem wait until Monday, it could probably wait until the following Monday. Logic and sense have no place in I.T.

So, I'm sitting at home waiting to watch on television. That's OK too. When I asked on Twitter if anyone had any recommendations about visiting Cooperstown for the induction, Scott Crawford gave me a lot of great information. He also told me the best way to see the ceremony is on TV. So be it.

I wish I were there, but it's still a great day to be a Braves fan. A great one indeed.