The weekend we met was a total home run, the kind of moment that makes you feel like you’d just hit it out of the park. It all started at a weekend-long madness softball tournament—three days of nonstop games, energy, and excitement. Friday night was buzzing with pre-tournament anticipation. Purely by chance, we found ourselves wandering into Bases Loaded, the softball store. Both on our own missions to gear up for the games ahead. That’s when we saw each other. Him, fresh off work—utility pants, neon orange safety shirt, boots, and all. Her—there shopping for some new turf shoes, completely focused until the glances started adding up. We ended up in the same aisle, and somehow, a simple search for the perfect pair of shoes sparked a spirited debate. We pitched ideas back and forth over the color—white vs. black. It’s funny now to think we still debate it to this day. The conversation fired off like a line drive, and just like that, a spark was ignited. It wasn’t just the topic; it was the way we clicked—playful, natural, and effortless. Throughout the weekend, he seemed to find every excuse not to be on the field between games, just so we could hang out and talk. We exchanged numbers, and suddenly, sleep didn’t seem as important as late-night conversations that stretched into the early hours of the morning. When the tournament finally wrapped up, it was clear that our story wasn’t ending with the last out. We made plans to get yogurt, which we thought would be a quick, casual “first date”. Instead, that yogurt trip turned into hours of conversation that laid the foundation for something so much more. It didn’t take long for us to realize that S+S (Spencer + Sierra, Softball + us, or however you want to interpret it) was the perfect combination. From that weekend forward, life just felt right—like we’d found our teammate, on and off the field.