Rangers Fever

Jon's beard got pretty intense during the days leading up to the World Series.  It may have been a good luck charm. 

Nervous.  Giddy.  Electrified.  These are all terms I’d use to describe Jon on Monday night before he left for the season’s final World Series game.  Ever since I met Jon I’ve realized that if ever there would be another love competing for his attention in our relationship, it would be baseball.  And not just baseball—Texas Rangers baseball.  He usually takes a day off in April for the home opener.  He orders a special baseball channel for our TV during the season.  He watches most and follows all games.  He never gives up on the team.  In fact, Jon’s been known to claim that he’d be willing to sacrifice one of his little toes (probably the left one) to see the Rangers win the World Series.  The good news is that he gets to keep his toe.  The bad news is that the Rangers lost the World Series, but they had a great season.  Jon loved each of the four post-season games he attended, and I know he’s proud of his Texas Rangers.

Jon and Jeremy before the game on Monday night.  Notice the beard is gone.



The kiddos all Rangered-out before we went to the Daulton's for a viewing party on Saturday night.