Craziness, Waiting, Scared, Happy, Unknown.

All of these words describe US right now.  There a few million more but the blogger title police only allow these.

On Monday at noon I sat at a wives luncheon.  I was surrounded by new friends that over a short period of time have grown dear to my heart.  The luncheon was a focus on Christianity and the power it can have in the life of a professional baseball players wife.  The speaker went through a list of adjectives that described the highs and lows that we go through during a season.  Little did I know, I would be experiencing every word she uttered in less than 48 hours. 

On Tuesday evening there was a night game.  I was working while Reese was sleeping and I checked the game to see if Dallas went in.  Hmmm....is he hurt?  Why wasn't he put in?  He was wondering this too.  He even joked to teammates "Maybe I'm on waivers"  (they usually don't play you so you don't get hurt and they get stuck with ya).  All the players laughed. Turns out Dallas is a psychic not a comedian. From here on I'll talk kindergarten baseball talk, so those of you in the baseball world, just ignore it.  I always get annoyed when people talk baseball like I am stupid, but we've had so many questions, it's just easier to write to answer friends and family.  Plus, half of it I didn't know until we had the pleasure of experiencing it.  I digress.

On Monday, the Marlins told our agent we were on the team.  As of 2pm Dallas was making it. We felt good.  If he was there on Wednesday, we are paid for the year no matter what.  A breathe of fresh air. Dallas was released a couple hours shy of that.  Dallas teammates were shocked.  The coaches were.  They have been wonderful about calling and wondering why.  The Pres. made the decision.  Dallas was out of options, the thing you long for as a player.  You can't be sent down. You have to make the team or they lose you.  Good news, right?  It is great news any time except the last week of Spring Training. It is the absolute worst time to be released. Everyones rosters are set.  They are full.  They are cutting guys.  They have 5 guys for 1 spot.  To add to that, when Dallas went on waivers (wed. at 2pm.) that was the day that anyone on the 25 man roster gets paid.  In other words, a team claims Dallas off waivers, they have to put him in the big leagues, pay his salary plus the guys salary they cut.  Yeah, turns out people don't like to do that...

So, where are we?  Emotions are all over.  I have to be honest.  I am good.  I am the biggest worrier you will EVER meet, ever. (Just check out my bitten to the core fingernails for proof) But, our first bible study with the Marlins this Spring was on worrying.  Wendy really spoke to me. GIVE IT TO GOD.  He is in control.  I handed him the keys that day.  I'm not taking them back, either.  

Dallas walked in that night and guess what was on my head?  Seriously, I had on a Marlins hat that I had never worn (it was free & very tacky) but for some reason I had it on.  Dallas instructed me that I might want to take it off.  He left off the part that we needed to run the car over it. He told me the news.  He was shocked. I was too.  We were on the team.  We called them this off season and ask to be non tendered if we weren't in the mix, they tendered us.  The GM told Dallas to get his passport just a couple days ago.  The clubby had him pick his locker. We just talked to the manager at breakfast. What?  It's baseball.  Who knows.  I do know this. The only thing Dallas liked about the Marlins were the players.  He made some wonderful friends that we will always keep friendships with. He loved so many of the coaches.  We've wondered why last year when we had several offers we chose them.  Something told us to choose them.  I know why.  It was the friendships.  Last years guys made him love the game again.  God gave us happiness in his career.  Just like God is giving him what he needs now.  He was unhappy with the organization, wasn't even given a shot in Spring, so OK.  Bye bye (or maybe I should be saying "Adios" for the team that wants be all Latin? sorry, even Christians can be sarcastic, right?) So, we part ways.  That's ok.  We are not unhappy that he is gone, it's just the timing.  That's where the anger comes in.  They held onto him til the last second, knowing no one claims anyone this late.  They even already had the audacity to call and offer a AAA job with a better big league offer.  Yes, please, we'll jump right on that. Teams were in need of 1st and 3rd basemen, they picked up guys just days before.  Where does that leave us?  

Who knows.  Who knows what is next for us. God does.  That's who. I just hate what it does to Dallas.  He kind of doesn't know what to do.  He can't workout, hit, his friends are all playing. What the heck does he do with himself?  I tried to talk him into toilet papering the President's car but he didn't bite.  We are teaching Reese to say "Marlins Suck"  (excluding our friends, of course).

So, we wait.  We won't know anything until Friday afternoon.  We know it is impossible to be claimed right now (courtesy of aka Mr. Sucky Presdent himself), so we will weigh our options. Waiting is hard.  The good thing is we have wonderful friends.  Last night, the Bakers came over and I babysat Averie so her and Reese could play before they left while Ashley & Brian had a date night.  We had lunch with them today too.  On a happy note, Brian made the Cardinals team! I am so thankful for the girls.  So many wives, girlfriend text me, called and were so supportive.  In a few short months I made so many great friendships.  God placed us here for that reason.  That's enough for me. 

On a good note, we are getting some quality time with Dallas.  Reese LOVES that.  Gigi is here too.  That is making it all better.  

I have faith and I know everything turns out the way He planned it.  I will admit it feels good blogging.  And you are a super friend if you made it to the end of this post! 

Prayers would be greatly appreciated.  Gigi already used her direct line to speak to Him. The best part?  Reese.  She has no clue.  

He's a big leaguer to her...and me too.