Day Two Hundred and Thirty-One

The Fact Is: Ice Cream Fixes Everything

Never again. Nope. No more radio listening for me. I'm driving to every single start for the rest of Adam's career (remind me of this blog entry when I have 7 screaming children running around our rental home someday). Originally, my POTD was supposed to be taken of a happy family, all sitting around the computer, listening intently to a game being played 4,000 miles away. Grama and Papa. Mama and Dan. Eating crackers and cheese. Laughing. Well, that didn't happen. Let's just say, I turned into an unrecognizable mess today as Adam's fifth start didn't go as "planned." After the first two innings of exceptional A-Con pitching, I was beginning to think that this whole "watch a screen for 3 hours" thing wasn't going to be so bad after all. Not so. Three consecutive hits in the third changed the scenery a bit. As my mascara smeared, my pants were being speckled with tiny rain spots. Sad Kendall. The fourth inning did nothing more to brighten my mood. Adam's ERA took a hit. And so did my attitude.

 I'm learning. I'm trying. Really hard. This is all so new to me, and something that will take time to process. I think the biggest fear I face in all of this, is seeing my sweet husband struggle. I hate even the thought of Adam in trouble. Any kind of trouble. Tonight, he got himself backed into a tight spot. And there was nothing I could do to help him out. I know baseball's "just a game," but to Adam, it's his passion. It's his calling. Naturally, I want to protect it. And in a perfect world, baseball wouldn't be such a game of failure. But, that's the game. And that's what I'm learning. I was reminded tonight, by many people, that growing pains are apart of the maturation process; that without struggle, he won't grow. He can't. So today, Adam did get better. I just didn't know that before I ate the entire bowl of ice cream (with chocolate sauce...and strawberries). Momma always told me that when you're sad, ice cream's the best medication. Aside from my husband's hugs, she's completely right. 

And because I've done it every other start, here's Adam's line for the night:

In 3 1/3 innings, he struck out 6, walked 3, gave up 7 hits and 7 earned runs. Oh, and one homer. (I never should have talked about that yesterday...I told someone, "Adam hasn't given up a homerun yet this year! Sure enough, today, he did. The baseball gods hate me). His ERA is now 3.47

And he didn't get the loss...because...HOPPERS WON 11-9!