Beltre swung, sending a fly ball to left field, easily fielded for a Yankees win at the last possible moment.
My favorite part of baseball are those moments between that pitch that could make all the difference, and the hit that could make all the difference. That face-off between the batter and the pitcher where all the tension lies is long and silent, and frequently what causes people to describe the American passtime as "boring," when I think it's about as exciting as life gets.
These days, my bases are loaded. I returned to work this week. Yesterday I woke up, gave Eden her bottle, got dressed for work, got her dressed for daycare, brushed against Marcos in our hurried passing, ate my breakfast pre-made on Sunday night, knocked back a cup of coffee, dropped Eden off at Grandpa's, went to the office for a second day of catch-up. I spent the day trying to prioritize files that I hadn't touched for three months. Somehow I found the time to e-mail the mock trial teacher coach that I work with; our season will be starting soon with a boot camp for hopeful new students. Throughout the day I found myself longing for my daughter, and throughout every day I long for my son.
Sometime before 5 I left, grabbed a burger from a fast-food drive through, came home to feed my dogs and mix a batch of baby formula while I waited for Marcos to bring Eden home. We had some quick cuddles, but she was already cranky, and I had to leave for my closing shift at the bar. There I relaxed into the routine of pouring and chatting and counting the weekly inventory, and watching a baseball game. I was thankful to share those final moments of anticipation with T.J., a surprise visitor on my Tuesday night shift.
I'm overwhelmed. Through a series of choices - good and bad - this is the life I've chosen for myself.
I'm up to bat, facing off with time. My job, my friends, and my extracurricular commitments load the bases, and I love every step along the way. I love my beautiful, tense, fruitful, stressful perfectly imperfect life. But at the end of the day, all I want to do is make it home.