Here it comes. Baseball season. My off season is over. I know, I know. The boys have been Spring Training their asses off for a month already (Nomar Mazara reminds me on the reg 🙄) but for me, baseball season begins this week. And so does the juggling act.
This will be my 15th season covering the Rangers and my sixth working exclusively for the team. That means for the last five years I’ve been able to have my cake and eat it too. For the better part of six months, I get to mom so hard that it makes the other six months—and all the chaos that comes with it—not just bearable, but welcomed.
I’m excited to get to Arizona. I can’t wait to see my dudes. I’m looking forward to being back in that godforsaken oven of a camera well for the final season at Globe Life Park. I am not excited about fixing my hair, putting on makeup and wearing something other than yoga pants, but hey, I’m willing to sacrifice for the greater good.
A few years ago, I thought I was ready to retire. My daddy died in March of 2016, and I felt a strong pull to be home. I still do, but the way that season unfolded both personally and professionally changed my perspective. It made me realize that it’s ok to want to work, it’s ok to ask for help, it’s ok to miss one of my kids’ functions…because someone is always going to be there. It can’t always be me, and that’s ok.
I love my job, and just because I keep coming back for one more year—year after year—doesn’t mean I love my family any less. Don’t get me wrong, the mom guilt is real, and it’s always there. But in the last few years, I have come to appreciate this truly kickass opportunity I have been given by the Rangers organization.
I get asked all the time if I really like this gig. And the answer is yes. I also get asked all the time what’s next for me. And the answer is nothing. This is it. Everything from here on out is gravy. I’ve been working in television for 20 years, and the last five have been more rewarding than this little girl from Plainview could have ever imagined.
I don’t know how much longer I will do it, and I don’t know how I will know when it’s time to move on and let someone else annoy the shit out of the clubhouse, but in the meantime, I’m going to enjoy the ride. I’m ready.