Sometimes, just sometimes, vacations aren’t ALL about baseball. I know–heresy! But it’s true; sometimes we take a vacation where we plan for little to no baseball.
Note the word “plan” and feel free to laugh.
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So how exactly did I become Mrs. Baseball Fan?
It didn’t start in childhood. My Dad followed our hometown team, but I don’t remember going to any games. I grew up with a vague knowledge of baseball, and I knew the basics, but the game seemed slow and not that interesting to me.
Fast forward twenty years.
I met a guy. Well, not just a guy; THE guy. At the time, I didn’t realize that he was also Mr. Baseball Fan. I thought he was just a regular awesome guy. Which was true, then and now: he is a regular awesome guy. But there’s more. There’s Baseball.