By Tony Hahn
It’s summer and baseball plays on the television. To me, summer IS baseball, and baseball IS summer. Baseball IS the sounds of summer. The crack of the bat, the thump of a fast ball into the catchers mitt, and the bark of the umpire as he calls a strike. Those are summer sounds to me and that’s why I love baseball.
My wife, Nikki, on the other hand, hates baseball. I never understood why. How could anyone hate baseball? Maybe she just doesn’t understand the game? If I could just explain it to her, she might end up loving it as passionately as I do. Who wouldn’t appreciate a good base on balls? Or a fast double play? Or a walk off home run by the home team? Not Nikki! While I watched a game the other day, she was reading a book on the couch.
Reading a book? That’s like writing a grocery list during the Fourth of July fireworks.
I turned to Nikki and said, “Honey! The bases are loaded, no outs, Justin Upton is up and the count is 3 balls and no strikes!” It’s as if I just said, “Honey! There’s a bug on the floor. Let’s see how long it is before he moves!” That’s okay though. She doesn’t have to like baseball. She loves me, and she loves to see me enjoy a good game. Nikki has a great attitude about letting me monopolize the television during baseball season. I try to have that attitude when she watches one of her cooking shows. My wife loves to cook and is very good at it. She loves a good cooking show. Nikki will watch some chef and turn to me to say, “Honey! Look! He is using a white wine and garlic butter sauce (or something like that).” The rest is blah, blah, blah. Now I’m thinking again.
Bug on the floor.
See how long it takes before he moves.
But I love her and I love to watch her enthusiasm over her shows. So back to baseball…
We are into the second half of the season now. The All Star Break game is soon, then the good part. The run for the Pennant, the dog days of August approaching. I will savor every moment, follow every team, check the daily stats and have hope and faith that my Diamondbacks can go the distance. If I find that they make it to the World Series, I trust my wife will be right next to me as I scream on the edge of my seat waiting for a Diamondbacks victory.
She will be right next to me.
Reading a book.
Does your spouse love baseball? Or is it you?
How obsessive are you about your sports? Describe that moment.
Psalm 37:28 (New International Version) “For the LORD loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones. Wrongdoers will be completely destroyed; the offspring of the wicked will perish.”(Note from the wife: I don’t think God was talking about the Diamondbacks)