Thursday, June 12, 2014

The draft, a week later.

A week ago, I was laying awake in my bed anxiously awaiting the monumental day ahead. The Major League 2014 First-Year Player Draft had started that evening, and my (super cute) boyfriend was expected to be drafted sometime on day 2. (If you don't know much about how baseball or the draft process works, hang with me- I'll get to that sometime soon!) It's crazy how excited, scared, impatient, overwhelmed, overjoyed, and giddy I felt all at once. I wasn't worried about the outcome, I just was ready to KNOW! Patience isn't really my thing… but I'm working on it ;) Finally I fell asleep.

A little background info. I'm now engaged to above mentioned boyfriend…. Yeah, busy week! We started "talking" in the fall of 2012 and started "officially" dating in January of 2013. I use quotations to remind him that he dragged that out longer than necessary. We knew we wanted to marry each other before we were even officially dating, but baseball has a way of determining the timing of your life events. Two seasons of D1 College baseball later, we are engaged, planning a wedding, and preparing for a lifelong marriage. We have grown and learned a lot together and I am really excited to continue to do so in this next phase of life.

Back to the draft. I woke up at like 5 the next morning because I kept having dreams that I slept through it. The draft coverage didn't even start until noon, and it's pretty much physically impossible for me to sleep in past 9:30, so I'm not sure why my subconscious was so concerned. Around 8, Cy came over and picked me up to go get donuts (It also happened to be National Donut Day) and we came back to my house and made a hearty breakfast and watched an episode of House, MD (we can't get enough of that show). Finally, it was time for the show to start. Cy was really anxious. He was fidgeting more than a kindergartener after drinking espresso. I'm not exaggerating. He got a few phone calls from his family and scouts, and we settled in for what we anticipated to be a long day.

10 minutes before the draft actually began, he got a phone call from the Milwaukee Brewers area scout asking if he would sign in the 3rd round for a certain signing bonus. We were absolutely blown away! Cy had anticipated being drafted in the 5th-7th round, but before the season started he had set a goal for himself to be a 3rd round pick. This was amazing! Cy's advisor called and said he thought it would be a good deal, so we said yes and waited for the Brewers turn to pick, knowing it was a done deal.

Those next 10 minutes were surreal. Hearing Cy's name called was seriously one of the greatest moments of my life. When you are in a relationship with a baseball player, your life becomes oriented toward the support of their dreams. Some of the sacrifices baseball causes us to make are really hard, but that moment made them worthwhile. The man I love was officially offered a job as a professional baseball player- his lifelong dream.

So here I am, a week later, thinking back to the moment our lives changed. I'm excited for the MiLB adventure we have ahead of us. The title "Professional Baseball Player" comes with some really cool things and also some not so cool things. I plan to share a little bit of that here.

Until next time,

1 comment:

  1. How exciting. If there is anyone up for this type of challenge it is you. Take care of each other. XOXO