I never thought I would ever say this, but one of my favorite things about springtime is Spring Training. I love driving by Tempe Diablo Stadium and watching the current year being placed under the “Big A.” I love opening day watching everyone get excited to see the new players and the returning favorites. I love soaking up that not-too-hot-yet Arizona sun while catching an early afternoon ball game. Most of all I love sharing an afternoon at the ballpark with Todd.
Now, growing up I was not interested in sports at all. I never watched them, never really played them…well I did try out for basketball once…and I did run track in Junior High. However, the best part of track was meeting boys from other schools at the track meets and let’s not get into it, Todd, but I didn’t make the basketball team. INTRAMURALS! Yeah, I had priorities in school
(Maybe I will explain the Intramurals thing later)
Anyways, along comes Todd and he is a baseball FAN-A-TIC. Angels Baseball is practically a religion to him. When I first met him the most I knew about Angels was probably ‘Angels in the Outfield,’ which I guess is a time in Angels’ history most fans would like to forget. At first I started to care about Angels’ games just to impress Todd. I watched a whole game once because he had to play an away soccer game and couldn’t watch it. I sat there for two hours sending him text updates. Probably the first sports event I watched all the way through to actually watch the game. I was determined though, because I liked Todd and Todd like the Angels and I wanted Todd to like me so I liked the Angels. This would be a good time for me to tell you not to ask me for relationship advice.
The first Angels game Todd took me to was a spring training game. I was more concerned on what I was wearing than anything else. I wanted to look cute for Todd and still support his team.
I had fun, but I don’t think I really started to enjoy baseball until we actually watched a game in California.
It was so much fun being there with the crowd cheering and just the energy of the stadium, the fact that one of Todd’s student’s parents let us sit in their Diamond Club seats wasn’t hurting at all.
But the real reason I started to love Angels’ baseball is because of how much Todd loved it and wanted to share it with me. How can I not just love everything Angels when it makes my husband so incredibly happy and he wants to share that happiness with me?
It makes me feel so important to him to know that he enjoys taking me to games; he enjoys sharing one of his favorite things ever with me. I love that he doesn’t try to escape from me to an Angels’ game, but rather escape with me so we can lose ourselves for a couple hours in the fun and carefree feelings of watching baseball.
Happy spring,
Mrs.J