EDITOR’S NOTE: While writing this, I pulled experiences from my personal life and applied them to a general public. My intention was not to say that all women don’t know, appreciate, analyze and watch baseball. My point I was addressing was the fact that it’s a privilege to have a significant other with the same interests – including baseball. I know a ton of women who know and love sports for all of their lives as much (or more) than I do. So yes, if I were to write this again, I would simply say how excited I am to enjoy a baseball game with my girlfriend.
I am a man.
My girlfriend – or my significant other – is a woman.
These two things share a whole lot in common: we like the same music, the same TV shows, food, the list goes on and on.
But sports? Not really, at least not when we first met.
When a guy first meets a girl, he sweeps her off her feet with his charm and God-given good looks (fortunately for me, I relied on my clumsiness and unromantic moments and she still stayed with me). While trying to impress the lady, he usually leaves out his obsession with sports as a conversation starter.
Most girls don’t want to hear that, we know better.
A majority of men, however, love hearing the crack of the bat, the smell of the spring grass and the sound of a ball slapping a well-manicured palm of a glove. We naturally absorb the sights and sound of the game of baseball.
And if we aren’t at a game experiencing those refreshing sensations, we sit in front of a computer, frantically searching the web for Buster Posey injury updates and Pablo Sandoval weigh-ins. We are always on twitter waiting for something, anything, to come back from spring training.
My point? Most men constantly yearn for baseball knowledge.
Most women, on the other hand, do not.
I started going out with my girlfriend in mid-August, months before the Giants won the World Series in 2010. She first witnessed me as a mild baseball fan on the outside, yet completely involved inside (because the Giants were losing a lot of games that month, hence my uninterested exterior).
Then September came around and things began to change. The Giants were going to the playoffs and I was more than ready for the ride. I opened up my Giant heart and there was magic inside.
Not just the kind of magic that won the Giants a World Series, but the fact that my girlfriend (who barely watched baseball before she met me) was sitting next to me, learning the basics of baseball as the Giants won the championship.
She was also with me along with the ride, getting excited when I got excited, and feeling bummed when Aaron Rowand started. She was what most fans classify as a “band wagoner,” but did I classify her as such?
Heck to the no.
The idea of me, a baseball blogger who sometimes speaks with too much statistical jibber-jabber, having a woman sit next to me asking the simplest of questions like “who is #18?” and “what position does ‘blank’ play?” makes me remember what it was like for me when I was just learning the game.
I loved it. She made me feel like an encyclopedia, which is pretty cool.
Slowly these questions I received from her evolved and became more in-depth, such as: “What does ERA mean?” and “what’s a balk?”
I saw her becoming genuinely interested in the game of baseball. A dream come true for (I’m assuming) all men.
I’m not here to brag about how cool my girlfriend is for attempting to understand baseball (okay, that’s partially it), I am simply grateful for all girlfriends, wives and significant others everywhere for hopping on the Giants bandwagon on behalf of their men respectively.
The fact that I have a girlfriend who reads every post on this blog and understands almost all of what I’m saying, is a really big deal. I hope more women out there read this blog due to their significant other’s influence because I know those men appreciate the effort.
The game of baseball is not violent or physical like football or boxing, but shows a finesse and consistency most women can appreciate.
Anyway, my rambling point is that women like my girlfriend are probably the greatest thing a guy could ask for: someone to share a whole lot of interests in (luckily for me, baseball just so happens to be one of them).
And if you are a woman reading this, I give kudos to you. Woman like you make men like me feel pretty darn spoiled. And for those of you who have been involved in sports your whole lives, even better.