I Never Got Over Death Of A Loved One

Spring training...it's "our" time of the year. I am no longer a part of an "our" as she has been gone since August. I am an I. How we loved "our" team. We would be on the phone discussing who was who, what was what and where they should bat. Old women managers, calling the shots from the couches 500+ miles apart.

I'm listening to the health reports, Tommy John surgery, strained hammies, sore shoulders and want to call her and discuss "our" boys and the outlook for "our" team. Stinky shares "our" passion for "our" team but he's busy getting his guys ready for spring football. He has no time for me feeling sorry for myself since I am an I.

There is no sharing this season with anyone...they don't get it.

I am an I.

damn it.