Day Two Thousand and Fifty-Five

The Fourth 2017 Start

Our day began like this: all smiles all the time. 

Dad was finally home and that just automatically puts everyone at ease, everyone at peace, and everyone with humongous grins stretching ear to ear. 

And we were still all smiles until the second inning of Daddy's game last night. Then, well, everything turned poopy. Figuratively and quite literally as well. 

 

 

Our grins were replaced with frowns. 

 

And it was obvious that some of us took it harder than others. 

I'm hoping she never has to do this at a game ever again. That's wishful thinking, no doubt though; we know most certainly that she will. Because - in Dada's own words - "baseball is ruthless sometimes." And last night, that's exactly what the game was. Ruthless. And it sucked. 

But now that it's over and done with, we're all moving on and excited for his next start in Tampa. Dad physically feels - and felt - great, but it was just one of those games. However, truth: we girls did have to make a pit stop at Target last night to shop the sadness and frustration off.  

His line:

1.2IP, 5H, 9R, 3BB, 2K, 1HR, and the loss. 

He's now 1-2 with a 6.86ERA. Gah. 

(Before the second inning, Adam's ERA was like 2.95...crazy how quickly things change in this game)

He next throws Wednesday in Tampa. 

And fun fact: so do I!

The Marlins and Rays wives are playing in a charity softball game before the boys' game Wednesday night and this Mama will be out there trying not to strikeout...or hemorrhage! (I'm kidding. I'll be 5 weeks postpartum, so I'll attempt to give myself some grace and not overdue it. Mostly because my midwives would probably kill me if I did...if Adam didn't get to me first!)