After 1.5 years of marriage, I have learned that one way to be a great wife is to be a supportive wife. This means, if you are the girl who grew up uncoordinated, stayed uncoordinated, dropped softball for singing, and gave a speech in high school on why sports are stupid...BE WARNED.
You may well marry the boy who quit Shakespeare for spring baseball, excelled at soccer, and got begged to join the track and tennis teams but couldn't fit them in with his other athletic schedules.
And you will have to change your tune.
So, here I am - excited for spring baseball! Weird, I know. I confess, I'm a little relieved flag football is almost over...to me it is an hour of people running around in rain and confusion:
|My man, in the purple pants. |
Fellow blogger Lica (from L to C) to his left!
I come...I cheer...sometimes I do my training runs in laps around the field. But I'm pretty dang clueless.
Baseball is more fun. I am starting to pick up on funky rules and the fact that there is a top and a bottom to each inning (crazy technical stuff, right?) and that I will need to wear a good 5 or 6 layers to stay warm for the whole thing.
But I love watching Jared make a great play, or hit a double, or strike someone out.
|Just before he hits a double in the first game of the season!|
I love chatting with other game watchers, listening to the umpires banter with each other or the players, and bringing awesomely cool snacks:
|Extra protein chocolate milk|
Sweet mini peppers
But most of all, I love the look on Jared's face when he finishes playing. Something about getting to just focus on the game and not worry about anything stressful at work or in life...he's so happy to be out, rain or shine, doing what he loves.
My favorite song as a three year old was "Take Me Out to the Ball Game." Maybe we are soul mates, after all...