Fathers. Sons. Baseball. Heaven.
You know THE scene in Field of Dreams? The one where Ray Kinsella (Kevin Costner) gets to play catch with his young dad in the (here comes the purple prose!) warm twilight of a summer’s evening? That scene encapsulates and always reminds me of the many times Dad would take the time to play catch with me. It’s difficult to describe, but it’s a timeless bond– one that, for me, inherently carries unspoken purity and meaning. Of course, this amounts to nothing short of a massive saline loss every single time that scene plays out. “Of all the movie scenes that make grown men cry, this one most earns it.”
My tears start flowing at minute 3:08. Thanks for the memories– I love you, Pops.
So, now that I’m drying my tears, time to get back to the original post… obviously, this is a tradition I want to pass along to my little guy– and so it was that Joshua and I were out back as I was trying to “teach” Joshua the time-honored basics of putting a leather glove in front of your face before a speeding white ball hits it. I may be a little early, and Joshua’s still learning (he gets a little frustrated, expecting the ball to just hop into the mitt), but we had a decent go at it. MC snuck up and took some pictures of it, but sadly, most came out blurry (or made my kiester look MLB large). So, here’s a couple posed ones instead.
