The Fab Friends and First Farewell
What a day. What. A. Day. (I needed that emphasis).
Meet my Greensboro friends. Amy, Bob, Shiela, Nick, Lem, Chris. Now let me tell you a little bit about them.
On Friday, when Adam opened up at home, I was picture frantic. I ran around the gorgeous stadium all game, fetching photos that, now looking back, weren't even that good. But I was excited. Really excited. In all of my hype, I entered Bob's box seats, not realizing they were reserved season tickets I was stomping on. I walked over to the ledge, and minding my own business, took a bunch of pictures of my boy warming up in the bullpen. No big deal, right? Wrong. Bob, the owner of the box, and part owner of the stadium, came over to me and politely asked if Adam was my husband. After that, conversation was easy. So easy. I learned in about 2 sentences that the seats were, in fact, reserved. I panicked instantly. I had totally infringed on the best seats in the house, and began apologizing immediately. He insisted for me to calm down, explaining that he was glad to have me, any time, in his box. (As you can see, I took him up on that offer today to watch Adam). He then invited me to that Booster BBQ we attended on Saturday. Ever since then, Bob's been my bro. He's the man around Greensboro, and one of the nicest, most sincere and kind people I've met here. On Sunday, he gave me an envelope and explained that while he was at church, he thought of Adam and I. I opened that envelope and in it was a bunch of pamphlets about his church. So neat. And then today, he tallied up a list of things I can do here while my hubby is gone. It's those little things that tug on my heart.
Amy is a local Greensboro girl who's crazy about baseball. I don't think there's another 16 year old lady who knows more about the game than she does. Such a sweetheart. Such a cute accent.
Sheila. Is. Rad. She's got a huge personality and I love every piece of it! She too, knows her stuff, and if you want to make it to the Big Leagues, you'll need her backing you. She's "called" every guy who's made it through the Marlin's system. And today, she "called" Adam. (You know when you say something's going to happen, and then it does? After that you say, "See, I called it!" That's what I'm talking about). No, she didn't actually call Adam on the telephone. Haha. Sheila loves the Lord and loves to serve. Definitely a keeper in my book.
Nick is the man of the box seats. He's probably somewhere between 10 and 12. Every game, he displays his ever-growing autograph collection. It's impressive. Might make some money off those puppies one day.
Lem, I met today. And boy, do I like that man! He's the kindest of souls and actually, with everyone's "help," made me cry this afternoon. (I'm such a sap). He knows baseball intimately; down to the last detail. He told me today that Adam is special. That my husband does things on the field that you just don't see. I don't know baseball well enough, but Lem told me that today, he watched Adam walk up to the umpire and hand deliver him a baseball. To me, that doesn't seem like anything worth noting. But apparently, it impressed Lem, and he commented, not only on Adam's performance, but on his character. That's when I teared up.
Finally, Chris. He's actually the money collector at the team's parking lot entrance. And every day, he watches me pull into the lot, then flashes a big smile, and doesn't charge me a penny. That is, of course, because I'm driving Adam's truck. Haha. Not surprisingly, Bob knows him too, and today, Chris came and watched an amazing game unfold before us.
Behind Sheila's head, you'll notice a small man in orange. That's my man. And gosh, I can't articulate just how proud of him I am. Today, another beautiful performance. Yes, I said beautiful. I don't have to chatter every time I talk about baseball!
Adam threw another 2-hitter. In six innings, he walked one, struck out eight, and gave up no earned runs. On an error, the Blueclaws scored. Final score 5-1. Adam still claims an ERA of 0.0 and has 15 punchouts in 11 innings of total work. Go baby, go! He sat 91-94 today, and touched 95. It was a chilly one, at only 55 degrees...felt like we were back in Pullman for a few hours! All bundled up, I watched my sweetheart pitch from left field with my new friends. The stadium was buzzing with talk of Adam, and I tried not to act too excited about how well he's done so far. I think I passed.
And just when my day couldn't get any better, reality suddenly slapped me in the face. Adam...road trip...gone...till Wednesday. AHHH! We've been here only a week, and now I have to say goodbye for 7 days? Noooo. Even worse, Adam and I haven't spent a single night apart since our wedding 7 months ago. It's 1:22 AM here, and I'm dreading my bed. It's Tempurpedic-ness doesn't even sound appealing anymore. Sad day.
"Every time we say goodbye, I wish we had one more kiss..."
A lyric from one of my favorite songs. Click the link. I dare you! Sooo good. Mmmmm.
Love you, Adam. Can't wait to see you soooon!
And, another neat write up. This one by MiLB...check it out!!:
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