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

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

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!