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For over a decade, my existence<br />
rested on the ability oF my<br />
husband to successFully throw<br />
a tiny leather ball.<br />
I can credit <strong>Regis</strong> for a lot of things,<br />
including lasting friendships and the<br />
tutelage of my advisor, Sr. Thérèse<br />
Higgins. I also met my future husband<br />
at a <strong>Regis</strong> mixer during Sisters’<br />
Weekend my freshman year.<br />
Days after marching out to “Pomp and<br />
Circumstance” in June of 1970, I floated<br />
down the aisle to Pachelbel’s Canon, married<br />
Skip Lockwood, and from then on embraced the<br />
national anthem as the theme song of my life.<br />
I had no control over the action on the field, yet the<br />
outcome of the pitcher-versus-batter battle drastically<br />
determined the tranquillity of my days. We moved<br />
over 35 times in the course of my husband’s association<br />
with nine professional teams. I shared this gloriously<br />
nerve-racking life with a constantly changing<br />
cadre of women whose lives were also affected by the<br />
maneuvers of Major League management. I began as<br />
an impulsive ingénue bride and emerged as a seasoned<br />
wife, fostered by the friendship of some truly<br />
special spouses.<br />
At 22, I thought we had it all. I felt we<br />
had lost everything at 26, regained that<br />
glorious gift at 27, and we saw it all slowly<br />
wither away by the time I turned thirtysomething.<br />
Through all the ups and downs<br />
I definitely laughed more than I cried and<br />
belted out the national anthem more often<br />
than I sang the blues.<br />
Skip’s life centered around the ballpark. Constantly<br />
on stage, he played many different roles in the nightly<br />
performance between the lines. His fellow character<br />
actors included good high-inside hitters, free-swinging<br />
left-handers, batters who loved low fastballs, great<br />
bunters, and fearsome long-ball belters who faced raw<br />
fire, nasty curveballs, finicky forkballs, and challenging<br />
changeups. The settings added intrigue to the<br />
action. There were the friendly confines of Fenway<br />
Park with its scary green monster wall. Shea Stadium<br />
on Sunday afternoons when the blare of the jets from<br />
La Guardia drowned out the chatter on the infield;<br />
early- and late-season wind chill warnings in County<br />
Stadium, Santa Ana; lung-searing smog at the Big<br />
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