The tears started during the 7th inning stretch, and by the 9th, I was praying for extra innings. It wasn’t the one game, it was the culmination of roughly 14 years of ball crashing to the field all at once, like a barreling collision at homeplate. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so much joy and happiness, and sadness at the same time.
I’ve always told my daughter to ‘Have fun and do your best’. My wife told me to ‘Have fun and don’t hurt yourself’.
Spring Training hits different. It’s a promise of a new season, and an escape from reality, for even just a few days.
The biggest thing that jumped out through all of this was just how empty the city was. It was almost as if we’re living in a post ‘Thanos snap’ world. Traveling in age of COVID.
How do you decide when it’s the right time to embrace some kind of normalcy, while at the same time, respecting an ever-burgeoning health crisis? It’s been nearly 6 months since I’d seen a movie in the theater, which for me, is probably the longest stretch since I was 3 years old.
What do you do when you travel all the time for baseball, but are stuck at home on lockdown? Besides cry? You do everything you can to bring the road to you, and that’s where Goldbelly comes in!
Putting on that uniform and taking the field, win or lose, is pure Viagra wrapped in cowhide and stitched in red. Goddamn, I missed it. But would this year be 3rd times a charm, or 3 strikes and you’re out?