Day Two Hundred and Forty-Eight

The Eighth Outing

Adam pitched in his eighth game tonight. His seven o'clock start is always one I look forward to because he gets to show up to the field at 5 instead of 1. That's FOUR extra hours I get to spend with my man! And today, he got some added entertainment to distract his anxious mind. Crammed into our tiny apartment with couches stacked and tables hidden, the four of us completed a P90X Plyometrics workout in a most sweaty fashion. The air conditioner is still not working. Mix that with four hot pitchers' "wives," and you've got yourself one muggy 82 degree apartment!

Adam pitched five innings tonight. And although the results aren't as super-fabulous as they usually are, he threw really well. The game of baseball is an unusual one. Sometimes you can throw like crap and the scoreboard will show otherwise, and sometimes you can locate your spots, get ahead of the hitters and look to the scoreboard thinking, "Now, how did that happen?" I'm learning that that's just how this game works. And I have to be ok with it. Still, I'd like to ring that ump's neck for stealing so many strikes away from my man! Pick a strike zone, would ya!?

In 5 innings, Adam gave up 2 runs on 7 hits, both earned. He walked two and punched out 6; four of those were against the first five hitters of the game! His ERA is now 2.40 and sat 93-96 MPH. He threw a total of 90 pitches tonight. 30 of them were clocked at 94 and 15 of them at 95+.

After each start, Adam is required to workout. This means: an even later night that usual. Add that to the fact that he got pegged in the foot with the hardest hit ground ball tonight and you're not leaving the park until 11. Following lifting, icing, stretching, showering, changing, and eating, he finally walked out of the locker room to greet his wife and her watch. Honey!

But, to make up for his late night at the field, he buttered me up earlier today with my brand new Rawlings Pro Preferred! Isn't it pretty?! The two gloves finally found their way to their rightful owners after 7 weeks of torturous waiting. When I lost my first glove in the move to Florida, I was devastated. Since then, I've been pestering Adam for a new one. During Spring Training, he ordered himself and I each a personalized glove. Such a sweet man! I love playing catch with Adam. It's one of my most favorite things to do, and I'm thankful that he's so incredibly intentional on making me apart of this journey. I love you Adam!