I was 12 going on 13 in 1965. Yes it was a lame duck season, but Milwaukee County and Wisconsin were in the courts trying to prevent the move, so I held on to hope as slim as it was. The Braves were still my team that year though I was looking around at the same time for a team to adopt. There was some excitement when the Braves beat the Dodgers on Saturday June 5 and got within 3 games. They had a doubleheader scheduled the next day, June 6 and I talked my older sister who had a car to go to the game. Back then almost all the tickets sold were walk ups. And the 17,175 that showed up on a beautiful June day overwhelmed the skeleton staff they had manning the ticket booths. Lines to get tickets stretched across the entire parking lot. The first game of the doubleheader was delayed to allow the fans to get in. That crowd seems small by today's standards but they were there to root on the Braves and it seemed much larger. I remember thinking this exact thought. If the Braves were to win the pennant, major league baseball would have an embarrassment of epic proportions. If fans filled County Stadium for a World Series, how on earth could MLB leave this city without a team? Was I naïve? Sure I was 12. But that thought kept me going that entire year as the Braves contended until early September. I ended up going to 7 games that year, more than any I had before. The fans that were there cheered the team as passionately as ever. But any time southerner Bobby Bragan, the Braves manager, stepped out of the dugout, he was booed with a venom that I can't describe. He was the lone symbol of management that the fans hated. Alas, John McHale, GM and liar in chief for the franchise, sabotaged any chance they had of making my dream come true by basically standing pat and not getting the one extra starting arm they needed to get over the hump. They rode the starting threesome of Tony Cloninger, Ken Johnson, and young Wade Blasingame to death. Blasingame was just a kid and his arm nearly fell off. There was a time in that season in July and August where those 3 were winning almost all the time. Cloninger won 25 games that year, Blasingame 16 (at age 21) and Johnson 13 after the Braves got him early in the season. Around July, the Sporting News ran a story about Charlie Finley titled (and I'll never forget it) "Finley Dickering to Move A's to Milwaukee". That moment I followed the A's every move, something that lasted until about 1971 when my allegiance to the Brewers took hold. Turns out the Milwaukee pols wanted no part of another out of town owner and rebuffed Finley, who was a Chicagoan. But think about it. Finley was starting to assemble the team that would win 3 straight championships in Oakland. Staring in 1966, I loathed the Braves. It wasn't hard. It was easy. I wanted so bad for the Braves to get by the Cardinals in 1982, so that Milwaukee could exact some revenge. To this day, I take a little extra satisfaction from the Brewers beating the Braves.