I didn’t get the chance to post this yesterday, but it’s really been on my heart to share this piece with all of you. Baseball is another big love of mine!
There are few things in life that bring such child-like joy and excitement as an adult. I believe it’s because as a child we are not yet jaded by the ways of the world, or at least, I wasn’t. I had two amazing parents who believed in me, who protected me from the hate in the world for as long as they possibly could, and allowed me to be a child. I have found, sadly, others who were not so fortunate.
That being said, I cling to those moments and memories as they are rare as an adult.
One of the best memories that brought me that child-like joy was seeing my first live home run. I still remember it like it was yesterday! It was the first live baseball game I had ever experienced, and while I’ve always enjoyed the game, I didn’t fall in love with it until that day, and boy, did I fall!
Adam Jones of the Baltimore Orioles was up to bat, and I heard the crack, it echoed throughout the stadium and the sound was so loud it seemed as though I was standing right next to him. My eyes never left that ball as I watched it fly over the crowd and out of the park! I was so overcome with excitement that I couldn’t control myself even if I wanted to. Somewhere between the “crack” of the bat hitting the ball and the few seconds it took for it to fly out of the stadium I stood up, and as I realized it was a home run, I jumped and cheered and shouted “JOOONNNEEESSSS!” I watched his foot touch the home plate and his team mates cheer as he continued running to the dugout where he was met with pats on the back and high fives.
If I close my eyes I can still see that moment play out like a movie in my mind. I can feel the sunlight on my face, I can see the look of adoration on Neil’s face as he watched the reaction of his soon-to-be wife as she experienced her first live baseball game, as if he too, was experiencing it for the first time, because it was the first of many “firsts” for us. I remember our good friend Jason taking pictures, trying to capture that perfect moment.
So for those of you who do not understand why I love this game so much, it’s because of moments like this. Baseball, to me, is not just a sport. It’s bonding with my husband over a shared love, it’s getting so invested in the players that my heart stops and starts again many times throughout the game. It’s knowing at the bottom of the seventh when my beloved Orioles are behind 5 points that they can still win this because its baseball, and when they say “Anything can happen,” they really mean ANYTHING can happen, and I know it can, because I’ve seen it!
That child-like excitement comes back every time I think of this memory and it makes me that much more excited for the next game I’ll attend.
Baseball – Bringing the child out of every fan! This, this is why I love this sport!
What brings you child-like joy?
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