Leaving Turner Field this afternoon after the Braves upended the Marlins, we got to see a few of the 20% who must not be reading the Huffington Post. One fellow had a huge crowd as he played the trombone to happy fans. Other folks had wheeled out their Wal-Mart ice chests and were selling water and gatorades to folks egressing to their cars. Can you imagine just letting people know what tires despertely needed air and supplying them with air from a portable tank before they hit I-85 would yield from a fiduciary position. How about having a bottle of Windex handy for those 10,000 windshields? The manure in the living room will make one gag or make another start looking for the pony?