Day One Thousand and Twenty-Six

The Ninth Zephyr Start

Some games, you want nothing more than just to forget about and move on.

That's pretty close to how Adam felt about his game last night. I wouldn't have believed it unless I saw it myself, but the man was a wild one out there, unlike he's ever been. Hey, it's gonna happen. So…why not today, I guess?! He said it was probably the worst game he's ever thrown. And then offered a laughing apology for "making" me watch it. Ha! Truth hurts sometimes. But as always, he took it in stride and is focused on preparing for his next start on a clean slate. 

The best part about his worst start though: he still hugged me tight under the firework sky. 

Because: Baseball can't ever define you without your permission.

His line:

5.2 IP, 2H, 1R, 1ER, 6BB, 2K and a No-Decision

Yes, that's six walks. In one game. He was not amused.

What is amusing though:

Adam and I started dating four years ago (today)…on July 4th, 2010…which is why the firework show always means so much to me. 

Us. 

Four years ago.

One the day he asked me to be his girl (in our Redneck clothes), while swinging on a hammock.

This hammock.

In the same backyard we were married in a year later.

THE HAPPIEST FOURTH TO YOU, MY FRIENDS!