I’m sorry…I’m still on Baseball Time

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I’m not sure if it happened gradually or hit me all at once. But suddenly, one day I realized I measured time according to Marc’s baseball season. That’s right, somehow, I no longer marked the passing of time by months, the seasons or the school year.

So what does a year at our home look like? Well as September rolls around and everyone is thinking “back to school” I’m finally exhaling…baseball season is officially over! I have one “baseball free” month before fall practice begins. At this point in the year I am officially baseballed out (is that even a real thing?) and looking forward to getting together with the ladies for our annual getaway. Mind you, I have probably not seen most of them all summer. Short of hanging out with the Baseball Moms and eleven 12 year old boys my interaction with the female species has been minimal. So my re-introduction into female society begins.

On a side note, I believe to properly rejoin the female population four things are necessary; one, great friends, two, an ENTIRE weekend away, three, good food and four, a martini glass that never seems to empty no matter how hard you try.

Back to the point, fall practice leads into winter practice and this is where I have to do what I call the “maneuver a possible baseball minefield” move. See, if I’m not careful what should be a quiet, baseball free winter suddenly turns into hubby and son getting the “missing baseball itch” and they start looking around for indoor tournaments. Yes, these things actually exist. If you ask me, and I’m sure no one did, but I’m telling you anyway. Winter tournaments should be against the law.

Now mind you, I’m not quite ready to start the baseball season yet. So odds are you will find me at my nice warm house hiding under the toasty comforter. Who wants to get up at the crack of dawn in this weather anyway? Hellloooo, it’s a Chicago winter out there.

Then out of nowhere it happens, I get this strange yearning, a sense that something is missing, an emptiness. And it hits me. I miss baseball…CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! After a long winter, while the world is welcoming spring I am actually looking forward to the road trips. The endless weekends at tournaments in towns I never heard of before, the dusty fields, living out of my suitcase, eating bad concession stand food and saying goodbye to my social life for the next five months. Or as I have come to think of it, baseball season.

Hmmmmm? Good thing I’ve forgotten I’m “baseballed out” or this could be a long summer.

See you on the field and don’t forget, pass the martini glass please;)




The Author

Hi I'm Mercedes! Born in Cuba, raised in Chicago, and eventually migrated to the suburbs. I've been married to Marc for 18 years and currently enjoying being a mom to our 18 year old son Marc. I enjoy reading, blogging, dancing, singing in the shower, cooking, a good glass of wine, attempting to be crafty, photography, traveling, gardening, and spending time with my family and friends.


  1. I love it! Around my house, there is about a month of calm between my kids sports, (primarily baseball, followed by soccer and basketball), and I always tell myself to enjoy it, because in the ‘thick of it’, I will forget what downtime is like! We are currently in the ‘thick of it’!

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    • Thanks! Enjoy the “thick of it” and I hope you find a little “me time” (doesn’t seem like an easy accomplishment with your schedule),LOL! We are definitely back on “baseball time” over here.

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