Postseason

As September was coming to a close, Atlanta was getting closer to clinching a postseason spot. It had been some time since they had made postseason – 2013 to be exact. September 22nd the Braves made it happen, they were the National League East Division Champions.

One item that has been on my bucket list is to make it to a postseason baseball game. In January we went to see the Titans play the Chiefs in the AFC Wildcard game, and that was madness. Since the Braves had finally made it to postseason we decided to go ahead and buy tickets. We weren’t sure if they were going to get home field advantage or not when we ordered them, and we still had plenty of baseball left to play in the regular season.

The Braves end up losing 4 of their last 5 games. Because of the way the standings were they got to play the Los Angeles Dodgers in the NLDS. And LA got home field advantage. The tickets that we purchased were for game two in Atlanta. When you order postseason tickets in advance you have no idea when that game is going to be. You are taking a gamble. With the way the cards fell we ended up getting game four IF there was a game four since it’s the best 3 out of 5.

Games 1 and 2 were in LA. The Braves got outscored 9-0 in those games. Skunked is more like it. They were coming back to Atlanta down 2-0, and it was not looking pretty the way the offense was going as well as the pitching. Game 3 was Sunday night. We ended up going back to Sandersville for the night to watch the game. If the Braves got swept then we would get up early and go back home. If they pulled out a win then we would wait around for the game to start at 430 ET.

Before the game started Dustin said if the Braves could score five runs then they would win. Enter the bottom of the second inning, and Ronald Acuna Jr steps up to the plate with the bases loaded. Low and behold he crushes the ball – grand slam. He becomes the youngest player to hit a grand slam in a postseason game. The Braves end the inning up 5-0. The Dodgers weren’t backing down easily though. They tied it up in the fifth inning. Freddie Freeman steps up to the plate and crushes a homer in the sixth. That was the game winning hit. We’re going to game 4.

 

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Postseason games are different then regular season games. The fans know it, and there is a different feeling in the air. There were people lined up at the gates before the gates even opened.

When the game started out I was nervous, yes I am that nerd that gets nervous about sporting events. The first inning the Dodgers scored, and I thought well here we go again. But the fourth inning Kurt Suzuki came in to pitch hit with the bases loaded, and got not just one RBI but two. The Braves took the lead 2-1. Go a couple of scoreless innings, and then what I didn’t want to happen happened.

The sixth inning the Dodgers get Freese to single to send two runs home. They go back up on top 3-2. Seventh inning Manny Machado hits a three run shot into left field. He sealed the deal for the game. The Dodgers won 6-2. We ended up leaving before the game ended since we knew the Braves wouldn’t be able to come back from the blow of that home run, and we were driving back home that night.

It was awesome getting to experience postseason baseball, but I have to say that the best part was seeing the beauty that God painted for us on our way out.

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There is still more baseball to be played this year, but I am definitely looking forward to seeing what the Braves can do next year.  And hopefully they can go deep in the postseason next year.

Throwing the Towel In

Sunday, September 23rd was like any other Sunday – or it should have been.

The plans starting out for the day was to get up, and go to church like normal. The only thing out of the ordinary that we were going to do was go to a friend’s house to watch the Titans play the Jags since they were in Jacksonville.

I had been talking to myself and Dustin that I needed to text his aunt to see if there was going to be a baby shower thrown for me or if we were going to invite everyone to the one my family was hosting. Well being the pregnant person that I am I kept forgetting to text her. We had discussed it that morning that I would text her, and well oddly enough I received a text message from her.

She was checking in on me to see how I was doing. She likes to do this periodically. In return I checked in on her – her and her husband have had a time with cancer. The last time I had talked to her about it she said her doctor told her that his patients only have two outcomes: 1) they get better or 2) they die. Her and her husband have done neither. She let me know that the SUPER expensive medicine she had been taking for the past year hadn’t worked. Her numbers had come back higher than they should have, and she also was anemic now. The game plan was to go to the dr the next week, and figure out a new plan of action.

We go ahead and go to church. When we arrived we are given the bulletin with all the news that is going on in the congregation. I skim through it, and see if there is anything that pertains to me or people that I might know. We aren’t “members” there, but we visit there pretty frequently so I like to see the opportunities that they have coming up. Church starts and Dustin points out something to me in. One of his buddies from high school, his dad had his bladder cancer come back. This was bad news number 2 for the day.

Leaving church Dustin and I are just goofing off and talking on the way to our friends house. When we arrived I pulled my phone out, and saw I had missed a call from a friend. I thought it was odd because this is not a friend I talk to on the phone we just text normally. I called her back, but it went straight to voicemail. I sent her a text to make sure that she meant to call me. Roughly ten minutes later she called me back. I will never forget this call. She asked me what I was doing, and told me that I should be away from people when she told me what she had to tell me. I walked to a back room. She told me from the beginning it was bad, and the first thing I could think was our friend Gilda’s husband has had a heart attack or something along those lines. Those were not the words she spoke to me. She said, “Gilda has been killed in a head-on collision.” It took a minute for the words that she spoke to process through my brain. It felt as if I had been stabbed in the heart with those words. I lost all control of my emotions.

I am thankful that we were at a friends house so they could distract me from the news that was just given to me. We finished watching the game. I have no idea what happened in that game I just know the Titans won. And it was not pretty. We left and came home. When we arrived home I finally got on Facebook which I knew was going to be bad. It was. I don’t think I have cried that hard. Ever. After about an hour of sobbing I was able to get words together to make a post. To write the post it took another 30 minutes. It was rough.

Earlier in the day I told my mom the news already about Gilda, and she told me about someone else we knew had been moved out of CCU to a regular room because they couldn’t do anything else for him. Shortly after I had posted about Gilda I got a text from my mom saying that Joe had passed away. I had just seen Joe last month, and was talking and cutting up with him. It was one of the best conversations that I had had with him. When I had gotten that text saying he had passed I officially had thrown the towel in on the day. I couldn’t emotionally take it anymore.

Awkward Wife of the Year

The hubs and I decided that we were ready to have a child. I randomly approached him one day, and started talking about when he thought would be a good time for us to start trying to get pregnant. We both agreed on April for two very different reasons. His was because it would be January when the child come, and my busy time of the year would be over at work. Mine was Titans football regular season would be over, and Vanderbilt’s men’s basketball SEC play would be starting up, but not until the middle of January. We can see where our priorities were.

We love a good cruise so we decided to take one in April before their “busy” season started. It was tons of fun as usual to get away from the real world, and not hear the negativity that is always present every single day. We also had the best waiter for our dinners who talked to us about what true sacrifice was. He was from the Caribbean, and worked on a cruise ship 8 months out of the year. His wife stayed at home. She was a nurse and took care of their children. Michael made sure to tell us about how life and marriage are supposed to work.

When we got back home Dustin told me that we were pregnant. I told him there was no way, no one gets pregnant on their first try. For a month we went back and forth, and I told him how crazy he was. I will be the first to admit that I LOVE trying to prove Dustin wrong. So when the day came that I was able to take a pregnancy test I went and got one.

It was a Wednesday night. Both of us will never forget how this went down. There are two tests that come in a box. I took the first one, and waited. It was a faint cross. I didn’t believe it so I took the other one. And once again another faint cross appeared. I was in disbelief. This wasn’t supposed to happen, this NEVER happens. I go into the living room were Dustin is sitting on the couch, and I sit next to him. I told him I needed to talk to him – normally when I say these words it is never a good thing. He said OK…. I didn’t exactly say words – I just handed him both tests. He looked at them, and said kinda shocked “You’re pregnant?” My response was not that great, “I guess so”.

Previously I had been thinking about when we did get pregnant how I would tell Dustin. On Pinterest there is all these cute ways to announce to your spouse that you are pregnant, and I wanted to do something similar. But in my stupor I couldn’t think straight, and just ran straight to him. I still didn’t think it was true so the next morning I got another test and took it at work. This time it was the one that says the words pregnant or not pregnant. Well that sealed the deal, in big bold letters it said PREGNANT.

We still get a big laugh about how awkward I was in telling him that we were expecting. When we talk about the baby this conversation almost always comes up. The good news is too that there will be more of these moments that happen in my life. 🙂