The Thirteenth Start
This is how yesterday felt.
Puh. I need a snooze.
She did lift me up though and I sure needed it. Being a baseball wife and mommy is much easier (in most ways) than being just a baseball wife because she helps both distract me AND put things into perspective when things are getting out of hand. Love her.
And we love Dada too.
Even when he makes us to this.
Uh oh, Dada.
SUPER uh oh.
Adam pitched in his thirteenth start yesterday and maybe it was just the unlucky number that messed everything up. I don't know. But mostly, the game was lame and I would have worse things to say if I weren't a Christian woman posting to a public domain. But, I'm alive. He's alive. And Amelia still hugged us both the same after all was said and done.
But seriously, Daddy, what happened?
He gave up 11 hits and six runs. Four of those runs came in the first inning and one was a 3-run homer. It was partial bad luck - 8 of 11 hits were ground balls, which is mostly all you can ask for as a pitcher - and partial Adam not perfecting his pitches, which gave the guys holes to hit through when they hit those ground balls.
And so, we watched on - me in disbelief, and Amelia just chatting away to a couple of Little Leaguers looking for tips on their game. She's got more baseball knowledge than most, you know.
His line:
5IP, 11H, 6R, 5ER, 1BB, 2K, 1HR and the Loss.
He's now 3-4 with a 4.13ERA. Grumpy face.
But happy face because of all the support Adam had cheering him on!
Thank you, family and friends for coming to see him- we're so blessed by your encouragement.
And, YES! You saw that right! My Mommy and Dan were in town for Adam's game last night! It was the best surprise finding out they would be in Phoenix the one day he pitched and so, we soaked in every minute we could with them!
The two of them drove the bajillion miles from Spokane to Phoenix over the last three days. My mom has a residency program to complete for her PhD that just-so-happened to be starting the week of Adam's game! They arrived in Phoenix just as the game was about to begin and headed straight for us! Obviously, battling tired eyes after such a long trip, a tough game, and a filling meal, they succumbed to a mid-evening slumber. And then I followed suit. The four of us snoozed just an hour or so before Amelia and I had to bid farewell.
Dan drove us to the airport for a 10:30PM flight from Phoenix to San Diego, which didn't end up leaving actually until 11:30. Yay me. And it would of course follow that my child had absolutely no intention in either sleeping or sitting still for that extra hour. Chaos ensued. The kind that leaves Mommy running all over the airport and onlookers laughing in disbelief. How is it possible she has THAT much energy THIS late at night?!
Good question.
My answer?
Because Mommy's exhausted, that's why!
She was calling out flight information.
Stealing toys.
Stealing books.
Sprinting concourses.
Tackling stolen toys.
And making friends all the while.
She's the friendliest, most people-person person I've ever met. There wasn't a soul in that place that didn't have a smile stretched across their face while she paraded around the terminal in her pajamas at 11 o'clock at night, including her tired Mama.
Love you, my crazy, crazy girl.
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Adam won't pitch in San Diego, but he'll pitch the first game of the homestand on Friday!
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