I have had a lifelong love affair with the game of baseball
I know you posted this over two years ago, but I just found it.
Up until the strike of 1994, I was probably the biggest baseball fan in the history of the game. I lived inside a MacMillan Baseball Encyclopedia, and was the de facto ass kicker in baseball trivia. But after the strike, and the PED bullshit of the mid-nineties, I drifted away from the game. But I have one great baseball story, and I think you'll get a kick out of it.
Back in the early months of 1991, I went through a painful divorce from my first wife. I started a new job and met the woman who is now my current wife. We started dating in July of that year. She was a huge Celtic & Larry Bird fan, so when her birthday rolled around, I took her to the Basketball Hall of Fame in Springfield, Ma. (There's also a great story from this date, but it'll have to wait for another time). When my birthday came around in October, she took me to Cooperstown, and it was my first visit. I was completely enthralled, and absorbed and loved every second I was in there. At this time, touch screen computers were just coming into vogue, and as I was walking around, I spotted one. So I start surfing around this database, which has all the info on all the players in the Hall of Fame. Now like I said, I lived in a MacMillan, so this was like being a kid let loose in a candy store. I'm searching through everything I can find in this database. People are milling around, and I can tell that Jan (my wife), is standing right behind me. I'm completely oblivious to anything else, as I soak in all the information I'm finding. Finally, I turn around and I say to her, "OK, I'm done."
She hands me back my jacket, and she says "I didn't think you were ever going to get off that thing."
I look at her and ask, "How long was I on it?"
She looks at me, with a smirk, and says, "You've been on that computer for two and a half hours."
At that moment, I knew I had finally met the person I was meant to be with, for the rest of my life. ANY woman, who'll stand quietly behind you, while you're enjoying the birthday present they gave you, for 2 1/2 hours, has the patience of a saint, and must really love you. True story.