A Father’s Day Weekend GOOD MORNING!!! to you all! Yup, another Father’s Day for you the “Always Fathers”, “Soon to be Fathers”, and “Wanna be Fathers.” BBQ your favorite whatever even if they don’t like it. It’s your day!
Free For All Friday Ed-vise today. Cause it’s FRIDAY! OPEN MAT; PIZZA NIGHT!
Been a minute since my last post. Lots going on in the world and locally what with graduations and summer release from school and all. Such is the norm in Good Ol’ ‘Murica.
Been thinking about a thought that came up last night. Especially as I see the kids in the ‘Burg doing their thing.
Just before nodding off, I got to thinking about Pops. I do that from time to time.
For whatever reason, the thoughts went to a time when me and him would play catch.
Yup, of all things to muse about, that is what came up. Him and I throwing a baseball back and forth to each other.
The leather glove; the throw; that “POP” sound when the ball hit just right in the mitt…POP! Sometimes, that sucker hurt. Especially with a five year old hand.
Back and forth. He’d throw…POP. I’d throw…not as loud of a POP.
As I grew stronger, the POP would get louder and better. Then, I started catching while Pops pitched to me. He could really make that ball dance. And a catcher’s mitt really makes a nice POP.
Pops, growing up in the 50s and 60s played a lot of ball. Him and his crew would stay out really late playing baseball. He’d tell me (and grandad confirmed) that many times, he would end up in trouble (which meant a beating) because time got away from him playing baseball.
I can remember many a time in the summers of Alaska where me and my friends would play baseball until the almost morning hours (sun didn’t really go down). Mosquito bites all over us and a hand that smelled like sweaty leather.
In Iraq we played catch outside the bunkers.
I played catch a few times with The Boy. Looking back I kinda wished I had a few more times. However, he was a basketball kinda guy and I did play some with him even though I was terrible at it.
I don’t really see that much catch going on these days. Don’t hear much of the POP out on the streets or backyards. Maybe it’s cause I spend too much time doing Ju Jitsu…NOPE that’s not it.
It’s more like it is just not done that much anymore.
There’s a great scene in the movie Field of Dreams with Kevin Costner. It’s a point where the ghost of Kevin’s dad shows up and the two of them…play catch. Just the simple, methodical back and forth of a simple throwing of a ball to another human being and hearing that…POP!
I’m just saying
That’s it for today. Be the person your dog thinks you are. Check in on each other and remember a person who does not fart in public is a…PRIVATE TOOTER! BWAHAHAHAHAHHA…excuse me!
Peace
Ed-vise 