Sing Me Sweet.....
Sing me sweet, Sing me low,
Sing me never let me go, Cause I've gone on long enough,
waiting for wonderful.....
-Matt Nathanson

It's been a turbulent week/month for myself but after calculating the points, I think my friends and family have had a rouuuuugh month. With breakups happening left and right, for reasons that are unexplainable, logistical, stupid or random, I can't help but feel for those that do the breaking and those that get to be broken by another as I sit and watch from my warm seat in the dugout.

The view from the dugout pains me. To see the people I love emotionally devastated or showing too little compassion or not enough closure, I've witnessed a whirlwind view of emotions run wild. Pardon all the puns, but I'm trying to avoid the innocent parties. In a way I'm beyond proud and happy that my near and dear went through such great moments of passion and love with reckless abandon. Isn't that what life is all about sometimes? Throwing your heart out into the wind and not caring if it comes flying back at you in a million little pieces? You meet. You greet. You do the hang out. You do the date thing. You do the bf/gf thing. You do the homerun kinda thing(not necessarily in this order of course, as proven by humanity *wink wink* ). You have your 1st fight kinda thing. You love hard. You yell hard. Together you screw up somewhere. You break up. Or if luck is on your side, you get to avoid the last two and together you fight it out and get to live out the greatest love story ever told. Yeah? No? Either way, if you end up together or if your relationship goes up in flames, remember the moments in the past that you permanently had a grin/smile tattoooo'd across your face. The good times of the past will get you through the future as those are the moments we live for yes?

Nonetheless, from a catapillar waiting to become a butterfly....someday, it happens for all of us and I wonder, how will I be as the breaker or the breakeee in the future. Things to ponder.
So at the end of the day, after many pails of tears, piles of snot rags lining our beds, we're more grown up, hopefully stronger and ready for the next battttter up. And if love is the game of baseball, Tom Hanks did say, "There's no crying in baseball!!!!" Only eyes sweating.