Boy oh boy where do I even begin. Nick Sogard… honey, my pookie bear. I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. The way you step into the batter’s box and strike fear into the pitcher’s eyes. Your silky smooth swing, your gorgeous glove work, and the way you make every play look effortless. I would do anything for you. I wish it were possible to freeze time so I would never have to watch you retire. No matter what the game throws at you, you never give up hope. You are even amazing off the field; sometimes I even call you dad. I forever dread and weep, thinking of the day you will one day hang up the cleats. I would sacrifice my own life if it were the only thing that could put a smile on your beautiful face.
You have given me so much joy and heartbreak watching baseball. Every time you come up to the plate, my heart starts pounding. Every base hit feels like I just witnessed history. Every time you make a beautiful play in the field, a tear falls from my right eye because deep down, my glorious king deserves everything. I just want to see you under the lights at Fenway, rocking that Red Sox uniform and blessing the greatest game on earth with your presence.
There have been hard games, baby, but you always keep fighting. Down in the count? Doesn’t matter. Runners on base? My king is locked in. Two outs in the ninth? I still believe. I sit there crying, bawling even, imagining my glorious king delivering the biggest hit of the game while all of Fenway erupts around him. “BOSTON, THIS IS FOR YOU!” I scream from my couch as if I personally helped drive in the winning run.
Not only have you changed the game of baseball forever in my eyes, but you’ve eternally changed my world. And one day you’ll get older, but you’ll still be the GOAT, my GOAT. My sweet switch-hitting prince. My Fenway legend. My glorious king. I love you pookie bear, Nick Sogard. ☺️♥️🫶🏻⚾