The Marlins Win 3-0!
This is what a Spring Training night in Jupiter (sorta) looks like (there's thousands of people in the stands that you can't see). Roger Dean Stadium is literally a one minute walk from our cozy apartment; even with all our doors closed, we can still hear the mega speaker project over the lively crowd. Adam receives free tickets to the Big League games, and so far, we've sat through 2 of them. I could get used to this! Tonight, the Marlins were host to the Washington Nationals. Yes, that means Stephen Strasburg. And for just an inning, with a few of the guys, we were front and center. Row ONE! Right behind Home plate! Strausburg was impressive, despite Tommy John surgery. He threw his fastball in the mid to upper 90s during his entire outing and we even saw one flash at an alleged 103 MPH. Adam's turn? I think so!
The inning was short lived, and when the ticket holders came to claim their seats, we were re-located. The six of us got up, walked up the steps, and were in the midst of deciding where to sit next, when a man came up to one of the players. He was asking where he could find Adam Conley...Adam turned to the man, introduced himself, and was met with a pen and a page of players. On that page, Adam's picture was printed on the bottom right, just waiting to be signed. So, he signed it!
I've never seen this side of my husband. When I saw him autograph that man's page, something clicked. I think I'm starting to come to terms with just how good Adam really is. Whenever I think of my boy, baseball doesn't cross my mind. To others, that's exactly what crosses their mind. I heard one man tell his little girl tonight that someday, Adam's going to be famous. That was weird. I never thought of him that way. When I met Adam, over our first conversation, he told me that someday, he'll be pitching in the Big Leagues. I laughed. Typical one-liner out of a baseball player. I thought he was just trying to impress me. Fast forward (almost) two years, and I'm realizing that he might've actually been telling me the truth that night. Still, nothing's really sunk in yet. Adam leaves for workout, I leave for mine. When he gets home, I grill him about practice: who saw what, who did what, who said what. He tells me, I (usually) get excited, and then it's over. The rest of the day is ours. That's the part I like the most, regardless of how hard his left arm can throw a 5 ounce baseball.
Oh and the bottom left photo is Miami's 3rd baseman, Hanley Ramirez, hitting against Washington's Strausburg. (They're both studs, basically. Haha)
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