I suffered through many seasons in the '80s when they were permanent fixtures in the basement.
The 70's were no picnic, either.

I was off in the Navy, in the 1980's.
OK, one final Braves story, and then I’ll stop.
In 1969, the company my father worked for had 6 season tickets for the Braves. They were primo seats on the front row, just to the right of the Braves dugout, on the first baseline. The tickets were for entertaining clients, of course, but 90% of the time the company wasn’t using them. So, they would put the unused tickets on the office bulletin board, and any employe could grab a couple. My father didn’t want to be a ticket hog, so he would wait until 5:00 in the afternoon when the office was pretty empty, and if the tickets were still there (and they usually were), he would grab two, come pick me up at home, and then we would be off to the game. I don’t remember how many times we went that summer, but it was a lot. I only managed to get one player’s autograph, but it was a good one….Hoyt Wilhelm. Unfortunately, I got him to sign my glove with a felt marker, and the ink just slowly faded away. A year later, my prized autograph had vanished completely.
Anyway, the last home game of the season is fan appreciation night. After the game they put all the ticket stubs in a big drum, and draw a bunch out, and give away prizes to the fans. Really nice prizes such as golf clubs, skis, tennis rackets, etc. We went to that game (Braves lost, but they had already clinched the division), and around the 8th inning, a gentleman in a suit saw me in the front row, and asked if I would like to come out on the pitchers mound after the game, to draw the winning tickets out of the drum. I told him I would like that just fine.

So there I was, in the middle of a full Atlanta stadium, drawing the winning tickets. The announced my name over the loud speaker, and everything. Pretty cool stuff for a 12 year old kid.
Babe Ruth was a hoss. A lot of people don't realize just how dominant he was as a pitcher.