My husband loves baseball, specifically, Texas Rangers baseball. In honor of his second greatest love, I planned a baseball-themed surprise for his 25th birthday.
Banners, Coke in an ice bucket, peanuts, and I also dressed up like a baseball player, so when my sweet husband came home, I was outfitted in Rangers colors and a mitt on my hand.
I considered holding a bat, but I feared Derek might get a little nervous if he saw his new wife wielding a wooden bat right as he walked through the door.
We celebrated 25 years of Derek with wings, presents and cupcakes. Then Tuesday, still commemorating my husband’s birth, we scored awesome seats for a Rangers ballgame, and even though we sat next to the most annoying fan in American sports, I realized two things that night:
- I’ve been to four Rangers games in the nearly three months I’ve been married.
- If you’re sitting that close, you have to pay attention for stray foul balls.
It’s not that I don’t pay attention. Well, maybe it is. But it’s gotten much better.
For my first game ever, a World Series game in 2010, Derek bought me food and drinks throughout the game— purchases I think were meant to keep me occupied and quiet while he watched.
Since then, I’ve learned players’ names, their walk-up music and Derek has bought me a range of Rangers shirts. I’m not ashamed. I can be swayed with new clothes.
Plus, there’s the whole I-promise-to-learn-to-like-Texas-Rangers-baseball- thing I said in my wedding vows.
Here’s a look at our baseball night at the Ballpark: