April 14, 2006
Playing catch.
If you think about that title too hard, as with anything it loses all meaning. Are we really "playing" catch, or are we just catching? Are there other versions of catching besides the playing kind? Anyway...
Trevor is starting baseball this week and considering who his parents are, we thought he would be less interested in sports. Not the case...he is really excited. We have been going outside many nights, and his fielding skills are starting to really improve. To her credit, Tara took him out a few times last week and played catch too. (Important note here: Tara doesn't own a baseball mitt. Also, Trevor throws pretty hard - OUCH!)
Just today Trev and I went outside and played catch twice, which was awesome. Some of my fondest memories with my Father are those times that we spent outside playing catch. Chatting while we threw the ball, about nothing, about something, it didn't really matter. Sometimes we didn't say anything and the only sound was the consistent "thwap" of the ball against our leather mitts. I don't think I will ever tire of that, or ever turn down the opportunity to play catch. It's such a simple thing, but there is something very satisfying about it.
With Trevor, we are still at the point where there is a lot of instruction, and plenty of missed catches. The one thing I have been trying to get him to understand is how to cover the ball after catching it without getting your fingers mashed as the ball lands in your glove. This has proven to be harder than the ball itself. I can't wait to play catch again, maybe tonight.