Crying in Baseball

The truth about baseball is, it's an emotional game. For me anyways. My husband among many other guys have been dreaming of playing this game as a career since they were little. When that is taken away from you, it's hard not to be emotional. 

I mentioned that our roommates moved out. I am sad even writing about it. In one short month we met and made some awesome friends. I fall hard for people. I can't help it.

We spent several nights eating dinner together, had movie nights, and went to dinners like one big happy family. We even had a little one to make us laugh and to greet us with her precious smiles and even an occasional tantrum. 

I had a friend in another baseball wife who knows the struggles and deals with some of the same things I do. A friend to keep me company when the guys went on the road. We could discuss the worries and fears that come with this game.

I'm sad that they are no longer with our team. In an instant that's how it happens. You get called into the office and are told that you're being released. They don't give you an option, they tell you what decision has already been made. So you clean out your locker and report to your wife and family what just happened. It's frustrating, sad, and emotional. It's part of the game. The part of the game I do not like, because these are my new friends. I don't like when my friends are hurting. 

We were like the twin couple. Our guys both loved food. Their wardrobes were about the same and their love for movies made them the most compatible. We ladies laughed at how similar they were and bonded over new craft ideas and so much more. We even share the same anniversary date. 

I cried when I found out. I truly love our new friends and plan to go visit them whenever we get the chance. I know they are going to be okay whether another team picks them up or not. I'm so thankful for them and for the friendship we have. I'm hoping that our baseball paths cross again sometime soon. 

So there you have it, sometimes there is crying in baseball.