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Life with a Baseball Player

Sounds exciting, right?
Well, yes, it is. But it’s also…challenging, to say the least.
I met Mike in the off season of 2013, he had just been placed on the 40 man roster. This is huge to a minor leaguer because the 40 man is the roster of players that the affiliated major league team can call up to the big leagues! Of course, I had no idea what any of this meant when we first met.
I grew up watching football, not baseball. Oopsies! :pKC
Spring Training came around and he was off to the Royal’s facility in Surprise, Arizona. I had only flown once or twice before and never by myself. But if I wanted to see him I had to either hop on a plane or tackle the 8hr drive
(each way)…
To the airport I went! Back and forth from California to Arizona. This was a feat for me. I was such a nervous flyer, wasn’t sure what to do in the security line or where to go and why the hell is the airplane shaking?!
Oh, turbulence? Okay…
On April 7th, 2014 Mike got the call and was headed to the Majors!
(I was in my last semester of college working at Abercrombie when he called to tell me the news)
He made his major league debut on April 11th in Minnesota against the Twins.
Honestly, I probably ruined the excitement for him because I just kept asking a million questions. Like I said, I really knew nothing about baseball and didn’t even realize how ironpigsbig of a deal it was.
From then on his career has been crazy.
Bouncing from team to team, getting DFA’d, clearing waivers, getting picked up, playing in the majors again, getting released…you name it, it’s happened. (See all those baseball terms I’ve picked up? 😉 )
Yes, life with a baseball player is exciting in every sense. I get to watch the love of my life live out his dream. I want him to have the best career possible and always be as proud of himself as I am of him. I’ve been around for 5 seasons now and I still find myself getting choked up in the stands when I see him out there. It’s so surreal. & I hope I never lose that feeling or take any of this journey for granted.

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How We Met

October of 2013 I was in my last semester of college and dating a loser. On October 8th (don’t ask why I still remember the date) I cut it off and vowed to stay away from guys for a while. I continued to do so for the next couple of weeks and then Halloween came around. I had already celebrated early with my best friend in Bakersfield so I wasn’t planning on going out again…

Then some guy on Instagram starting liking a couple of my pictures. Being the deprived woman I was, I went to check out his page. He was freaking hot! I noticed he had posted a picture with one of my friend’s boyfriends. Naturally I texted my friend asking her who Mike Mariot was. She replied in some form of ‘Omg he’s so sweet. We’re going to his place for Halloween – come!’ Well I did already have a costume… Sure, why the hell not 😉

Halloween night rolls around and I’m getting ready at my friend’s house stressing that I need to look perfect – I’m about to meet my future husband! I know it sounds silly but I knew it. Maybe because I was sick of dating and just wanted to find ‘the one’ or maybe God was whispering in my ear ‘don’t screw this up.’

We pull up to his place and I’m nervous as hell in my Wonder Woman costume, we walk inside…and then my memory goes blank! I don’t remember what happened next, Mike says he leaned over the couch shook my hand, haha! The next thing I do remember is realizing that the guy dressed up as a Hooter’s waitress is my supposed future husband.

We eventually made it out to the bars and he and I were dancing all night as if we’d thenightwemetknown each other forever. (Here’s a picture of us the night we met) It was such a good night! He and his friend even won “Best Costume” and got $100 to the bar. Pretty sure I still refused to let him buy me a drink – I don’t know if I was playing hard to get or what.

The night is over and it’s time to leave. Mike walked me out and asked “Can I have your number so I can call you sometime?” To which I replied “You have me on Instagram…”
He makes fun of me for that to this day. Again, I think I was playing hard to get. He disagrees and just thinks I’m an idiot LOL

From that night on we were inseparable (that’s why our anniversary is Halloween 🙂 )
Well, come to find out, he’s only in town for a few months (baseball off-season) then off to Arizona then Nebraska for 8 months. I don’t think I knew how much I liked him until we sat down to start looking at flights for me to visit him and I started crying. I am not a crier.

February came around and it was time for him to go. I was a freaking mess. I hadbaseball pic class that morning so he sat in my car with me for a minute before we said our final goodbye. We hugged and he got out of the car. I was crying so hard I couldn’t even see. He had come around to my side and was tapping on the window. I rolled the window down and he told me he loved me for the first time. Somehow I uttered out the words “I love you too.”

I don’t think we ever had a ‘let’s try to make this work’ conversation. We just knew we were going to make it work.


Here we are; five years later, still long distance, still crying like a baby every time he leaves, still making it work.hawaiiback