One year ago today on this very website, I wrote about my wife.
The story was a little personal, and I wasn’t sure how she would take it.
Suffice it to say, I didn’t find my clothes on the front lawn. The locks weren’t changed. My name is still on the joint accounts.
That said, I know better than to re-post the original story. If you want to see that narrative, you’ll have to click here: http://www.chuckblogerstrom.com/all-my-stories/this-buds-for-you.
That said (Part 2), it means it’s time for some fresh material – but this time, not as long and not so much in a mushy romantic Valentine’s Day sort of way. I avoided seeing the wrong side of a frying pan last year, and the plan is to go 2-for-2.
Consider this my Valentine’s Day greeting card – without Snoopy or Maxine, of course.
Life after baseball has been a rollercoaster, to say the least. But thanks to my wife, I’ve been able to get my sports fix without the daily grind of working in sports.
As you may or may not know, Michelle has sports ingrained in her in the same way I do, but from a completely different angle – she actually competed and did so successfully. Michelle was a three-sport athlete in high school and earned an athletic scholarship to Indiana State University to play softball at the Division I level. In turn, her professional work experience has extensively been in the sports realm – working for teams (Chicago Cubs, Chicago Rush), a statistical company (STATS LLC), a newspaper (Pro Football Weekly) and in youth sports as a soccer club administrator, a softball program coordinator and a softball coach.
Five days a week this winter, she’s out there with her program’s softball players making them better and taking her lumps. Name the body part, and it’s probably been bruised by a line drive or a short hop or a bouncing ball. She knows it’s part of the territory – and I know better than to question her reflexes.
While her own athletic background stands on its own, I contend her greatest contribution to sports was when she decided one child wouldn’t be enough for us – opting instead to hatch twins. I like to call it our “one quarter/two gumballs” plan.
Every ounce of athletic skill my children possess comes from Michelle – well, except for the awkward off-balance jump shots that defy the laws of gravity as they miss the backboard. That’s on me. My wife produced an intense catcher/goalie/point guard who can “game face” you with the best of them and an athletic pitcher/infielder/outfielder/midfielder/defender/play-wherever-you-tell-me who takes so much pleasure and pride out of playing stellar defense and setting up teammates to score.
It is so much fun to sit on the sidelines and cheer them in their athletic endeavors – and an awesome feeling to watch the three of them interact on the softball diamond. Seeing them play and develop and succeed is such a rush – and it feeds my sports appetite.
Would I feel the same way if they were dancers or musicians or participating in other non-sport activities? Of course … they’re my children. But to get the opportunity to see them have some modicum of success on the playing field is special. Michelle and the girls are so much better athletes than I ever was, and I’m so blessed to be able to brag about the three of them.
So before I do start getting mushy – and again, I want to go 2-for-2 … Happy Valentine’s Day to my three athletes!