My wife and I just celebrated our second anniversary.  She outdid herself on the gift.  I just learned that I will be attending the 2011 Pirates Fantasy Camp in Bradenton at the end of January.  It is the 40th anniversary of the 1971 world champions, and she knows that team was part of my childhood.  A lifelong Braves fan, she has actually adopted our suffering burden as her own, updates me on games when I'm tied up, drives from DC to Pittsburgh with me, and has been a really fun baseball pal, aside from being the love of my life.

But this?  I am just blown away. I'm 53, in pretty good shape and can still go into a batting cage and hit 80 mph pitches with some authority, as well as turn double plays (played second base from Little League through HS and since in various adult leagues).  Now I get to have Maz teach me (or at least indulge me).

I will plan to write a diary while down there and post it for your amusement.  Thanks for sharing this (voluntarily or otherwise).  We are all children, as if we had any doubt.  And I am married to the most wonderful woman any man could hope to have.