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Today I will be celebrating the second wedding in less than a week. It’s always nice to be able to celebrate the good, instead of mourning over the bad. With all of the weddings I get to attend this year, I can’t help but wonder when my turn will be.
Don’t get me wrong, that isn’t meant to be interpreted as something depressing, in fact, it’s far from it. I’m eager and anxiously waiting for the day when I get married and get a chance to hopefully start a family.
I’ve often wondered what my future bride would be like. Will she be short with brown hair, or tall with blonde hair and blue eyes? I’ve never been one to search out a certain type of woman, so the possibilities really are endless.
If you would’ve asked me ten years ago where I’d be now, I would have imagined that by time I turned 26, I would be working a great job, be married and have a child. Looks like that’s three strikes for me.
But I’m still optimistic, and far from worrying about specifics about my future. I know my one day will come, and I greatly look forward to it. So until then, I’ll join in the celebration of those around me, as we rejoice not only in the love they have found, but the love they will continue to share.
I was having a conversation with a friend today, when an interesting question came up. What would it take for you to leave everything behind?
When I say leave everything behind, I don’t mean moving an hour away. I’m talking about leaving to go to a different state or even a different country.
For some people, it’s the prospect of love, a new job or just simply the desire to have a new change of scenery. I’m not necessarily sure it’s just one thing or another that would give me the urge to do so, but I wouldn’t rule any of them out.
When it comes to finding love, I’m certainly willing to do a lot of things. Is one of them leaving the state? My instincts tell me no, but deep down, I know that’s probably a lie. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not something I’d be eager to do, but I don’t think I could ever completely rule it out. Of course it would take a very special person to even make me consider it, but I could see the possibility of it happening.
I’ve gone back and forth about my willingness to move to a different state for a new job, but if nothing else, my experience with the MLB Fan Cave has certainly made me much more open to the idea. No, I wouldn’t move to a different state to work my current job, but I would do it for the right job.
I can’t see me ever wanting to leave Michigan just for the sake of needing a change of scenery. For all of the negative publicity we seem to attract, it’s really a beautiful state. It’s always nice to experience the changing of the seasons (although you won’t find me getting too excited about winter), and I’d hate to leave my family behind. Although I might not always be able to say it, I do like it here.
So what is it that makes someone want to trade it all away for the unknown? Is it a case of being a hopeless romantic or perhaps being overly optimistic? I don’t have the answer, but if I find myself leaving this state anytime soon, I’ll be sure to let you know.
It’s always fun to hear stories about how couples met each other. Some are simple, others romantic and unforgettable. When it comes to how my parents met, I don’t think you can find anything sweeter.
During the 1970s, my great-grandfather (the father of my dad’s mother) owned several bakeries in the Metro Detroit area. The bakeries were the family business, and my father and most of his seven siblings all held some sort of a job at one of their many locations.
Included amongst their employees was my mother, who mostly worked as a clerk, primarily working the front counter. Sure enough, my father would meet her at one of the stores, and as they say, the rest is history.
You never know when you’re going to find that special someone who you’re going to end up spending the rest of your life with, but I can’t think of a sweeter place than a bakery.
Why do I love baseball? How much time do you have to listen?
Baseball, it’s America’s national pastime. It’s the roar of the crowd, the smell of hot dogs and honey roasted almonds. There’s something about sitting in the stands at a baseball game that is hard to describe. For a moment in time, nothing else really matters. From the guy sitting near you that has had one beer too many, the hot dog vendors trying to make a sale, or seeing a sold out stadium giving a standing ovation…not much else compares.
I love the mental part of the game. As a pitcher, you try to out think the hitter who has spent hours analyzing your pitching sequences in certain situations. There’s nothing like watching a pitcher stare down a runner who is leading off on first base, almost daring him to steal. There’s the high and inside fastball, serving a purpose without violent intent. It’s also the little things, like sacrificing a runner to second in the bottom of the 9th inning to put the winning run in scoring position.
A very underrated aspect of baseball is the camaraderie of teammates. If you’ve ever played baseball, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Through the course of a season, teammates become like extended members of the family. You may not always get along off the field, but on the field you’ll do anything you can to support them (much like the scene in Major League where Dorn confronts Vaughn on the mound after he found out Ricky had slept with his wife, only to give him encouragement to strike the next guy out).
The history of the game is something that will always remain important to baseball, because much like other things, the past will always help shape the future. It creates such fun conversations as ‘Who would you rather have on your team, Babe Ruth or Miguel Cabrera?’ The characters and historical events in the past have made baseball what it is today. It’s moments like Lou Gehrig addressing Yankee stadium to thank fans and claiming to be the luckiest man on the face of the Earth that transcends baseball from being so much more than a game.
However, the reason I love baseball the most, is the reason why I fell in love with it in the first place. Baseball (more specifically Detroit baseball) was always a mean of family bonding in my house growing up. My dad, brother, great uncle and myself would attend numerous games when I was a kid (including opening day for many years). How many parents would allow their child to get out of school early to go to a baseball game? I don’t know, but the answer should be a lot higher than it probably is. Even to this day, we still have parties where aunts, uncles and grandparents come over to watch the Tigers, and for a couple hours we scream, laugh, cry and celebrate together.
So on Valentine’s Day, when I ask myself why do I love baseball so much, it really comes down to a simple math equation. Baseball equals family, and family equals love. Vote for me to be on the MLB Fan Cave, and I’d be honored to share that love of baseball with you.
Fans can vote til February 22nd at http://www.mlbfancave.com