This is where One Swing was heard around the world and where a city got it’s Championship. This is where Legends have always led by Doing and where the Players of Tomorrow introduce themselves to the World. This is where a tomahawk made of foam becomes a source of Pride for one team and a source of Intimidation for the other. This is where a Beat becomes a Roar.
This is Braves Country. And This is Why We Chop!
Long live Camp Portland.
Fall and winter, spring, there is only rain.
Campin’ out in Oregon,
Where all of our bonds will never break.
But if one of us should stray,
We shall find them in the night
On the banks of the Willamette.
We pitch our tents and catch some fish.
Fryin’ it up under the cloudy stars
To make a delicious fishy dish.