Written by Alisha Perkins
Wife to Glen Perkins
Sometimes I wonder if I still would have married him had I known what I was getting into. Heck, I wonder if my parents would have let me marry him if they would of known much this was going to effect their lives as well. Maybe it is better that you don't know in the beginning... that you are naive to what the life of a baseball wife really entails... and believe me naive is definitely what I was.
Wife to Matt Maloney
It's getting to be that time of the summer where the excitement of start of the baseball season is beginning to wear off. Road trips start to feel longer, distances farther. Home games drag on, off-days are few and far between and the off-season is a distant and foggy dream filled with what if's, where's, when's, and how's.
This is where the super-planner in me resurfaces trying desperately to put together a picture of what the rest of the season and off-season might look like.
Wife to Lars Davis
When he approached me at practice, the first words out of my mouth were "Who smells like sweaty Old Spice?" His reply of course was, "Oh probably one of the freshman."
One year later he admitted to being the Old Spice culprit...claiming he used to wear it a looong time ago and he was wearing an old set of catching gear (riiiiiiiiiight).
So why didn't he admit to it when I first asked? Apparently this is what guys do, pass blame to someone else when they feel their own qualities threaten their chances at a woman.
Wife to Wade Davis
The end of the 2010 Season came fast for us. The guys had earned their way into the playoffs against the Texas Rangers in the ALDS. I’ll never forget that friggen series.
The Rays lost the first game at Tropicana field, and I remember I decided to announce to every person I saw later on that day “If they were going to lose one, it may as well be the first one and get it out of the way…”
Good job Katelyn. The next day they lost the second game in a row. Shit.