It Will Always Be So Much More Than "Just A Game"

Sports are not just something we do around here.
They aren't games, they aren't hobbies and they aren't ways to fill our time...
Sports are something we live.

I remember the first time I saw my husband cry.
We were 18 years old and had just pulled into the parking lot of a Bakers Square to get some food after the last basketball game of our senior year of high school.
I put my mom's minivan into park and looked over at him and saw the tears rolling down his cheeks. I had no idea what to do, no idea what to say and was almost afraid to move.

He doesn't cry when he is sad, he doesn't yell when he is angry and the only reason I know when he is nervous is because I have been around 16 years and I've caught on to his mannerisms.
He was then and is now the steadiest line I have ever seen.
His composure during a downslide is one that I wish I could have ever.
Heartbreak or happy, up by 50, pitching a 17 strike out game or getting eaten alive on the mound you would never know by looking at him.
He is as steady as it goes.