Fun little fact for those who don’t know. Prior to this whole medical career Mr. Dr. played some baseball once or twice back in the day. It’s hard to believe it’s been so long since that time in our lives but boy was it different. Sports has been a huge part of both of our lives, hence how we met back in undergrad. Fortunately for him, he was able to fulfill his dream of playing professionally. I think every little leaguer has this dream but few can make it a reality. After that exciting career stint he moved onto medicine. Well, really it started during. He was studying for MCATs while in season because he is no dummy and knew it was a long road ahead if he wanted to pursue doctorhood once his baseball career was finito.
Looking back on it, at the time I know I didn’t I appreciate the fact that he was so diligent about starting the process when he did. I can’t imagine having started medical school any later than when we did knowing the path we are on now. We were so young, silly and dumb when it all began we really had no idea what was ahead. Correction. HE knew. I am sure when he was applying to medical schools he mentioned orthopedics as a field of interest. But I just knew him as a baseball jock who liked biology and got way better grades than me. I didn’t really listen to the 10 year surgery track plan. I heard 3 letters: NYC. Mumbling came after that and away we went on our adventure.
Well our new adventure did not require me sitting in the bleachers for 3 and ½ hours while simultaneously working on my tan during baseball games. He only got up to bat every other inning so I was able to spend just as much time people watching, eating hot dogs and drinking beer as I did watching the game. I got to watch him work 3 and ½ hours every day when he had a game. That was a fun aspect of his job while he was employed by baseball. It’s not like I can venture into the call room and cheer him on as he answers pages or go into the OR and clap every time he picks up the scalpel. My cheerleading now is pretty much capped for in-home support only.
I always wondered what it would be like to be the wife of a pro baseball player. The traveling weeks at a time would suck but couldn’t my husband just fly me to every game so I could sit in the wives section for the away games? I think that seems reasonable. In the off season he would always be around. In the Spring we could live in warm, sunny Florida for Spring training. If he got traded we could experience a new city together. Who cares if I got a littttttle bored at the games. It was fun to watch him jog around in his cute uniform. Plus, ballpark food is the best. Hospital food stinks, and scrubs and white coats are not the sexiest uniforms.
Mr. Dr. is lucky that he picked two professions he wanted to do in his life, has completed one and is working his way to achieve his second. Baseball required hours, days and years of practice but every day baseball players can improve on the field. Surgery requires hours, day and years of practice and like the sport, surgeons can improve every day in the operating room. I suppose the biggest differences are he doesn’t get to play in dirt and run around a diamond when he does something great. Rather, he plays inside of people’s bodies and gets to run around the hospital like a chicken with his head cut off. He doesn’t stand outside and play catch with a little hard ball. Instead he stands inside a fluorescent room and plays with little hard bones. He doesn’t focus on lifting the dumbbell to get big muscles in the weight room. Now, he focuses on lifting the knife to fix the wears and tears of others’ big muscles.
It’s funny how life has evolved for him thus far. Recently, we went to the Home Run Derby because it was held in NYC this year which was awesome. We had a great time and Mr. Dr. loved being back in familiar territory to witness such a cool event.
We even got to see Pit Bull perform. It was a fun night out. Maybe one of these days we will get Mr. Dr. back on the diamond and see if he still has some of his own home run mojo from back in the day.