Day Twenty-Seven

The National League Divisional Series

When you marry a baseball player, there are a select few things you must be ok with: 

1. Giving up half your paycheck to his never-ending appetite.

2. The dirty and painfully offensive language that most of his teammates use.

3. Other than the real important stuff of life, everything else that comes to his mind is inevitably baseball related.

And that's the exact picture we have here. When it comes to baseball, Adam's in a different world. With a belly full of money (AKA "food"), pitifully dirty mouths, and 2 screens-worth of divisional series, I'd say Adam was in as much of his element as he could be during offseason. Which subjects me to information overload. Without complaint, but rather anticipation, I've accepted the fact that someday I could be considered a walking baseball dictionary. Today's lesson: the catcher. And how his ability to receive the ball can change the pace, momentum, and effectiveness of the pitcher and ultimately the game. So that 97 with run and sink doesn't mean much if your catcher can't handle it.

We spent 4 hours at Stadium Grill, enjoying the balmy Florida weather and a nail-biting game worth every 10 innings. Brewers 3; DBacks 2.