Commentary from the “Wife”

After my last post about my wife, she turned into Emily Dickinson and decided to make a blog post of her own. The following are her own words.

I have never known too much about Baseball, other than I have always loved the sport. My “Dyed in the Wool Cardinals Fan” doesn’t know this. I have expressed this fact, but he doesn’t really listen too much. It’s not his fault. He is a stellar man that is too busy building his entire collection in a few short years.  If I could start him out with a card from the late 1800’s he’d be mine forever. This man… my man, is in a race to the finish line that doesn’t exist. It will never exist. Baseball is a part of our lives. Baseball is the American way. 

I used to love watching the Phillies with my Dad. He took me to a few games when I was a kid in San Francisco when they visited the Giants after they relocated from New York for the 1958 season. Other than the Wolf Pack, the University of Nevada Reno team, and the Reno Aces, a local feeder team from the Arizona Diamond Backs, it is the only live baseball I’ve ever seen.  It was back in the late 70’s when they weren’t on their way to the Series. The Phillies went to the Series before and after I went to High School. They went to the Series after he passed away. After my Dad was gone, I’m sure he was there in spirit cheering them on.  I remember the good times… the amazing players on the field that to a child looked enormous, and every player was a Super Star. I remember him taking me for hot dogs, and seeing my Dad so happy.  My Dad… he held the smiles of all smiles. Because of the love of the game, he was the fan of all fans.

What my “stat fan” doesn’t know is that I will love him regardless if he knows stats or not… I will love him simply for the love of the game. I love Baseball because it is the game of the United States of America that my Dad, my Uncle, and my husband fought for. It is the game of America.  Baseball is some of the happiest times of my life. I am fortunate to know what it feels like to root for a Team, no matter what Team that might be. We as Americans are lucky to be free, and fight for the home of the brave, even if your team is the Braves.  We are all fortunate.

The wife.

Thanks, Babe. I appreciate your kind words. You can contribute to my blog anytime.