I Cursed Logan Morrison

I’m not big on baseball superstitions. I don’t believe that talking to a pitcher before his start will jinx him, I don’t believe that stepping on the foul line when taking the field will bring bad luck, and I certainly don’t believe that tapping your head, shoulders, and elbows 15 times like Nomar Garciaparra does will bring you good luck. But, I now believe that telling a player you are sometimes considered to be good luck may cause him and his entire team to have a really bad game and lose.

The Jupiter Hammerheads suffered the wrath of The Infamous Tatiana because unfortunately, I experienced this first hand during Saturday’s game at Roger Dean Stadium when Logan Morrison was kind enough to pose for a photo with me and I smiled and told him that people have told me that I can sometimes be good luck. Bad move. Did I mention I was only good luck for major league teams? Ouch….

Logan, along with most of his team, went 0-4 that evening. The only run scored that night was a single HR by the DH. I must have even cursed the short stop because any ball that came remotely near him, he missed by a long shot.

After the game, I hid behind my hand bag in terror as Vasili Spanos threw things around in the dug out and as Greg Burns and Logan Morrison hung their heads down low in shame and disappointment. * Sticks foot in mouth. * I thought I was being funny and clever because I made Logan smile and I think I secretly boosted his confidence. Sadly, all I did was curse him and his team mates.

I probably won’t be returning to Jupiter anytime soon… at least not with out changing my identity first.

Greg Burns and Logan Morrison sitting in disappointment. 

Chasing Miller Finally Ends In Success

Well, after one failed attempt ending in heartbreak, this weekend’s attempt at chasing Andrew Miller ended in success. Andrew Miller is by far the coolest player I have ever met. He is kind, warm hearted, considerate, and really cares about his fans.

We left our home Saturday afternoon at exactly four o’ clock pm. We arrived at Roger Dean Stadium precisely one hour later. I left Mario at the front to buy tickets while I went to park the car. As I was leaving my car, I saw a black Lexus in the player parking lot that they didn’t even manufacture anymore. I knew it was Andrew Miller. I reached into my trunk, got my poster, and ran like a 5 year old girl to the entrance of the stadium.

When we went inside, the anticipation of finally seeing Andrew was killing me. With every head that emerged from the Jupiter Hammerhead’s team entrance, I looked at Mario and said, “Is that Andrew?”. I was nearly banished to the car because I was so excited.

Finally, I saw a tall lanky figure emerge from behind the gates. He took long slow steps to the field. My heart sank and then I began to feel faint. It was Andrew. My heart began to pound uncontrollably. ‘Pull yourself together, Tatiana’, I thought to myself. ‘You aren’t a 13 yr old girl at a Backstreet Boys concert’. Mario elbowed me and brought me back down to reality. “Hold up your sign!” I reached for my sign and waved it around like a fool. Andrew looked over and gave us his famous ear to ear grin.

Andrew began to warm up as his other teammates continued to pour out of the Marlins clubhouse. I was having a hard time regaining composure. I haven’t felt that way since I was a 10 year old girl at the Spice Girls concert. “Tatiana, try to get a few photos. Here comes Greg and Logan.” I put on a smile and requested a couple of photos before the game began. As always, the players were very kind and generous.

The game began, Miller pitched 3 2/3 innings, giving up one home run. The teams were tied when Andrew exited the game, but it didn’t take long for the Palm Beach Cardinals to take the lead and eventually win the game. I am almost positive they would have one if it wasn’t for their short stop, Smelin Perez who was truly stinkin’ up the place that night.

Prior to the game being over, Mario and I exited the stadium and waited by the player parking lot in hopes that we would get to see Andrew one more time. We waited a few minutes and out came a sweaty Andrew Miller with crazy looking hair. He signed a few autos for other fans and posed for a photo for us. He even seemed both amazed and grateful when I told him we drove 70 miles just come see him. Andrew is definitely a class act and deserves nothing but the best. I wish him a speedy recovery so that he can come back to the Marlins at 100% and give us his all.

Thank you, Andrew, for not disappointing your fan club.

OMG! OMG! It's Andrew!

He didn't waste anytime!

Greg Burns and I

Logan Morrison and I

Vasili Spanos will kick your ass.

The wind up.

The release.

Some guy on the Palm Beach Cardinals.

The Cardinal and I.

Waiting outside for Andrew.

Andrew and I. Check out the height difference! And I am 5'9!