When you're sliding into first and you're feeling something burst... It's a baby! [Cha cha cha!]

My wife is awesome for any number of reasons. That's an established fact. Yesterday, I think she became too awesome for me to deal with though. We've known for a while that Texas was going to host an NCAA regional (a four team double-elimination pool that serves as the "first round" in baseball) and almost assuredly a super-regional (a two-team best of three series, the "second round") here in Austin. We also knew that regionals are May 29-June 1, so we couldn't possibly make it because she's had trouble sitting through nine innings, much less six or seven games in a few days, not to mention for fear that labor would start at a baseball game... and then I would look like an absolute dick: "Oh, hey, look at that guy who dragged his nine month-pregnant wife to a baseball game!"

Sure enough, Texas got the number one overall seed, and there will be a regional here this weekend. Additionally, Army is the number 4 in the region, and I'd love to see them play, since I respect the hell out of any kid that goes to one of the academies. (As an aside, one of these days I want to go to a football game at West Point. Have you ever seen their campus? It's somewhat attractive.) But it's just not to be, right?

Not until Ariane asks me yesterday evening if we should just buy tickets anyway and go. And if she doesn't feel up to it on any given day that I could take her sister and leave her at home. How awesome is that? I have the green light to go to baseball this weekend regardless of how my nine month-pregnant wife is feeling. I had no idea I had married a baseball nut (and she really is) who would risk going into labor at a baseball game. Plus, she dislikes the same players and things that I do! (You're on notice, Tant Shepherd and Singing the National Anthem Before Every Single Game)

And there is no way I am touching that offer with a ten foot pole. Think of the possibilities: she goes into labor at a baseball game, and I look like a dick, or she goes into labor while I am at a baseball game with her sister, and I look like a huge dick, or she stays home and everything is fine except, but I am essentially abandoning my wife when she could go into labor at any time to go watch baseball. No thanks.

Although, if she came with me and went into labor then and there, I think we could probably get lifetime season tickets if we named our daughter "Augie"...