Short commute

It’s 3 p.m. and the kiss on my cheek fades as Ken leaves for work, a seemingly simple gesture performed by countless spouses on an ordinary day.

The Yankees have come to us this time; a three-game stint in Baltimore during a few chilly spring days after their April 26 visit to the White House less than an hour south of Camden Yards.

We pretend for three days, Ken and I, that he has nothing more than a 30-minute commute into the city, leaving in the afternoon and returning after the household is snoring, once again planting a soft kiss on my cheek as I doze close to midnight.

“Did they win?” I mumble as I turn on my side, feeling disappointment that the Orioles managed to find a burst of energy to beat the Yankees in spite of Baltimore’s atrocious start to the season.

But we don’t get used to it – this ritual of the 3 p.m. kiss and commute. It’s just a tease and we know it. And not that Ken wishes to work for another team – he does not – what could possibly compare to the New York Yankees experience?

So just for three days we pretend that he doesn’t have to pack a bag, go on the road, hop a plane, hail a cab, commute by train, and exist as a dad and a husband through cell phones, texts and emails.

Yes, just for three glorious days, the Yankees come to him.

1 Comment

At the beginning of the series I was thinking how great it is for you guys when the Yanks are playing at Camden. I also want to say how much I enjoy Ken’s play by play. I think it’s rare for a former athlete to be so good at play by play. Many are great as color analysts but few do what Ken does as well as he does. I also thoroughly enjoyed his commentary about when the Yanks visited Walter Reed hospital and what those soilders do for and mean to all of us. I could tell it was heartfelt on his part.

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