Home, Sweet Home
Ruth Ryan, wife of legendary pitcher Nolan Ryan, recalls the one moment that stands out for her in Ryan’s illustrious 26-year career:
It probably happened the first time on the high-school baseball diamond in Alvin, Texas, in the mid-1960’s. Then it happened repeatedly for three decades after that. Inevitably, sometime during a game, Nolan would pop up out of the dugout and scan the stands behind home plate, looking for me. He would find my face and grin at me, maybe snapping his head up in a quick nod as if to say, There you are; I’m glad. I’d wave and flash him a smile. Then he’d duck under the roof and turn back to the game.
It was a simple moment, never noted in record books or career summaries. But of all the moments in all the games, it was the one most important to me.
Reader’s Digest, September 1995, page 87