A post dedicated to Anne Marie in Philly

After a player’s strike delay Baseball season officially started this week, and now I’m writing a post that I can honestly say that I don’t really want to write.

You see at this time every year Anne Marie and I would start a banter back and forth as to which of our teams would win this year. She was a lifetime Phillies fan and I, a more recent convert to baseball, a newbie Padres fan. Both of our teams are National League teams and therefore would play each other twice during the regular season, one stand at each home stadium. We would always be hopeful that this would be the year for our team, in hopes that we may each receive a postseason playoff berth. For most of the seasons we wouldn’t get to see our teams advance further than the regular season.

A dream of mine was to one summer fly out to Philly and take her to a game. Get us really good seats on the field above her Phillies’ dugout. I could just hear her voicing her opinion at the players as well as the flirty comments about their looks and physical qualities. I actually had started to stake out last season’s summer to try and see if I could surprise her, as long as this Covid crap would allow it.

Then unfortunately late last spring that day came when I looked down and saw Todd’s name come up on my phone. My heart sank as I knew there was only one reason Todd would be calling me on my cell phone. I answered with caution. The news was as bad as I thought it would be. I would never get to take Anne Marie to that Phillies game, at least not in person.

Instead I will take the force of The Warrior Queen with me to baseball games in my heart. My eyes weep as I write this. She loved her Phillies as she loved the city of Philly itself. She loved Todd and her cats and her blogger buddies as much as she loved to wholeheartedly express her opinion and to stand up for what was right.

Unfortunately for us I can no longer share this blog post about his beloved wife with Todd either. I got that text on February 4 of this year from Anne Marie’s hometown blogger buddy Mistress Maddie. Todd had joined the love of his life on the other side. Todd adored Anne Marie. I was fortunate enough to see the two of them together and the love that man had in his eyes for The Warrior Queen was a love that only the most blessed among us get to experience.

Fortunately for them they are together. Godspeed my friends, for one day I will take Anne Marie to that Padres vs. Phillies game. Just instead of in Philly, that game will be on the other side.

Hey Anne Marie…it’s time for the two words we all love to hear…

PLAY BALL!

 

John Fogerty – Centerfield – 1985

Beard of the day

No Hitter Beard

Joe Musgrove, second from left and a San Diego native, threw the first no hitter in the San Diego Padres 53 year history as an MLB team in more than 8,000 Padre games on 4/09/2020. His catcher, Victor Caratini all the way to the right, caught for the last pitcher who threw a no hitter in the MLB last September 13, 2020 as a Chicago Cub making him the first catcher ever to catch two consecutive MLB no hitters for two different ball clubs.

Opening Day 2021!

It’s finally here after a partial season lost to empty stadiums, opening day 2021 at Petco Park in fabulous sunny San Diego California.

Fearsome and I are elated even though we will not be in attendance. We have opening day tickets, as we are season ticket holders and California is allowing 20% attendance at this stage of the pandemic, but due to my surgery the better half and our seat mate Greg will be attending. Fearsome and I will watch from home. Soon enough we will get to go.

Until then, Go Padres!

John Fogerty – Centerfield – 1985

Friends, Cities and Family

The last week of April the better half and I celebrated 29 years together by treating ourselves to a east coast trip to both New York and Philadelphia. The kind lady that the check in desk of New York’s Marriott Marquis Time Square surprised us with a room upgrade. We found ourselves blessed with an unbelievable 35th floor view of Time Square eye to eye with the famous clock.

Time Square View April 2019

New York was wonderful. We made it to the Guggenheim, the Frick, MOMA, the Vessel, Bergdorf’s, the Fashion Institute, Mood, a Metz game, Rockefeller Center, Macy’s and of corse Tiffany. We saw To Kill a Mocking Bird, The Cher Show and Dear Evan Hansen. A whirlwind it was, a good one in fact.

Fearsome met a rather inspiring politician at Penn station awaiting his train to Philly.

Elijah E. Cummings

In Philly we were greeted by three wonderful friends and bloggers. Bloggers known as Mistress Maddie,  Arteejee  and none other than the famous Anne Marie in Philly. We had a great dinner with the three of them. Fun conversation and lots of laughter. Blogging really does have its benefits. The bloggers I’ve met in person over the years have all become treasured friends. I’ll be back to see these three!

Todd, Fearsome, Maddie and Anne Marie

The next day was spent with family as a Fearsome’s niece lives just outside of Philadelphia . We attended a Phillies game with the whole crew.

The better half is obviously celebrating the day, Cinco De Mayo.  …back row… Fearsome, Mom, Sister in law, brother, nephew in law, …next row… The Better Half, niece in law, great niece, great niece, great nephew and niece all taking in a Phillies game on May 5, 2019.

The highlight of our trip? Well there were many and you know what? The whole trip was a highlight. I’m blessed with a husband I love, friends I love and family I love.

The best day of every year

Major League Baseball Opening Day.

This is what a national holiday should be.

Every year, like every at bat, is a clean slate with no idea what’s going to happen.

I fell in love with baseball accidentally when my dear friend, and man crush at the time, Clayton took me to my first San Diego Padres game back in 1997. It was a day game and he bought me a field level ticket right behind first base. Our first baseman at the time was his man crush,  Ryan Klesko.

At first sight it was the handsome Ryan Klesko’s muscular ass that had my attention. By the end of the game I was in awe that I had lived into my early 30s having never discovered the timing, the preciseness, the skill, the sportsmanship, the timing, the patience, the fun and the sheer luck that is baseball.

I was sold.

Best. Game. Ever.

Today marks my San Diego Padres 50th year as a major league team.

1969-2019

Go Padres!

Capital Treasures 4

After our enjoyable visit at the National Gallery it was time for our appointment at The African American History Museum.

National Museum of African-American History & Culture

Definately an amazing museum and wonderful addition to the Smithsonian, this museum is worth the visit. Still being the new kid on The Mall it was packed and tickets hard to come by. We enjoyed it immensely, but we will make a point to come back at a later date when it isn’t so crowded and can be enjoyed as a Museum of its caliber should be. I know they have a lot of people waiting to get in and that tickets are limited in number, but I think they could do better limiting the number of tickets issued to an even smaller number.

Contemplative Court Waterfall Fountain

The Contemplative Court Waterfall Fountain was worth the trip itself alone. Overwhelming. Fearsome had some tears to catch as I began to sob. Cleansing.

Jackie Robinson #42

Fearsome had more tears to catch as I choked up over Jackie’s jersey. One can see the faint reflection of Fearsome’s San Diego Padres hat in the glass just above the shoulder to the right of the Jackie’s face.

Jackie Robinson is truly an inspirational man of honor. Integrating baseball was not an easy task. Jackies strength was in his own personal restraint and self discipline. Fearsome highly recommends the movie about Jackie’s life. The movie is simply “42”. Jackie is one of Fearsome’s heroes.

The elusive cycle

One of the rarest occurances in baseball hitting for the cycle. Hitting for the cycle is simply one player hitting a single, a double, a triple and a home run all in one game. Hitting for the cycle has only occurred 307 times in the history of Major Legue baseball since the first recorded in 1882. A feat more rare than a cycle is a no hitter. A no hitter is a pitcher completing a full 9 innings without the opposing team achieving a single hit which has only occurred  289 times in MLB history. The perfect game (no hitter ever even reaches a base)  has only been achieved 23 times in MLB history with the rarest occurance being hitting for the cycle in perfect order only happening 14 times.

This happened Tuesday:

Wil Myers landed The Padres their second cycle in Padres history. He hit a single, a double, a home run and finally, at his 8th inning fourth at bat, a triple. The triple is that hardest one out of the four to get.

I love baseball. I love the ability for a player to have a fresh start each and every time a bat is picked up.

The cycle is quite the achievement. Think about it. In most games a player only gets 4 at bats or 5 tops. Many games a player will have not even achieve one hit in a game much less four. Consider that in 140 years of Major Legue baseball more than 210,000 games have been played with  at least 9 hitters (more than 1,890,00 total) getting an average of 4 at bats…that’s more than 7,560,000 at bats.

Congratulations Wil Myers on cycle #308.

Baseball truly is a field of dreams. One must dream the dream first and then it will come. It will.

An opening day win and one amazing remake

Wow! What a game. Back and forth scores, multiple home runs and even an opposing team (SF Giants) grand slam and our Beloved Padres eeked out a 7-6 win over San Fransisco’s Giants. It was a down to the wire fun to watch nail biter! In other words a well matched good game. Baseball, at its best!

Opening day National Anthem

Fearsome and his opening day posse at Petco Park

After our return home we settle into bed to find out that Pentanonix just posted one fucking incredible remake of one of Rock Music’s best classics.

Wow, just wow! …oh yeah if you even slightly enjoyed Queen, this will be so worth your time.

Opening Day

Baseball.

Today marks our beloved San Diego Padres home opener.

Opening day is a day of dreams, hopes, beginnings, the smell of a freshly cut grass and irresistable scents of barbecue, hotdogs, popcorn and those damn garlic fries.

Our Padres aren’t expected to do much this year. The team is very young, inexperienced and some say “experimental”. In baseball this doesn’t really matter. Each game and each at bat is a new beginning.

As is Fearsome’s want, we continue our tradition of posting John Fogerty’s Centerfield to mark the monumentous occiasion and local holiday of Opening Day!

Yes …we will be there. We wouldn’t miss such an occiasion. We love baseball.

Field of Dreams

National Anthem Petco Park Padres vs Diamondbacks 4/17/16

National Anthem Petco Park Padres vs Diamondbacks 4/17/16, Military Opening Day. 

Today is sunny and 80 degrees F with a breeze off San Diego bay just across the street. It’s a good day for baseball.

I love the game and I appreciate the charachter I gain from the lessons of it. Each season, each home stand, each game and each bat is a new beginning. Patience, it takes patience, focus, skill, vision, determination, attention, confidence and accuracy. There is humor, dedication, respect, camaraderie, laughter, disappointment, surprise, applause, and groans.

I learn from the sport. I grow.

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