Minor league baseball is a bit of a whirlwind. I can say that as I begin my fourth month of the full-time baseball life, it is hard not to get lost in game after game, night after night.
A rhythm develops in your daily routine. Days of the week run together and you maintain a certain comfort level. And then, typically as a game ends and the guys come out of the locker room, everything changes. Trades, transfers and releases are an unavoidable aspect of minor league baseball.
As I watch this happen time and time again, I wake up from the lull every time. There is no feeling like learning that someone has moved from another team, triggering a move across the system.
This is especially complicated if you learn that the guy who is moving plays the same position as your husband. It’s a jarring feeling that I am sure other ladies in the system understand. Sometimes the excitement to hear the news is good, but other times you don’t know if the changes will mean a move up or a move down, which is extremely stressful.
Releases are even harder than moves. It is emotional to see a guy walk out of the double doors with his bags. I can’t imagine the feeling as I will never personally experience it, but I know it must be heartbreaking. Think about it though: you finish a game, shower and then you’re called into the office and told that you no longer have a job. Despite how it actually works, it must be awful.
Some of my friend’s husbands have experienced this pain. I have listened to the ladies as they express their grief for the men and fear of the unknown. I completely understand that we all sign up for this and it’s all apart of the game,” but the reality of the situation doesn’t change how much it hurts.
I write about this topic fully aware that one day it may be us. One day it may be my husband that walks out with his bags. I hope it isn’t, but the reality is that success is fleeting. Each day I must make a conscious effort to be mindful that this game could be his last.
It is a test of where your value lies. Our lives will not end when baseball does. I don’t know how I will react if it ever happens to us, but God has a plan for our lives that is so much bigger for baseball. I want to encourage all the ladies reading this to be strong for your men if you ever experience a move or a release. God is in control — nothing surprises Him.
And while baseball may seem like your whole world, the big picture reveals that it is just a tiny blip on the radar of your life.