One hour of playing catch with my grandson Ben. He asked me questions about pitching and I explained to him: “extend your left leg, look at the glove you’re throwing to, slow your pitching motion down” and he soaked it all in. With every pitch his accuracy got better and the pop in the glove was crisp and loud
It seemed like mere moments ago that Matthew and I were doing the same thing; playing catch, pitching, enjoying our team winning a championship.
It felt like five minutes ago that I was pitching on the “Giants” little league team; throwing a no hitter, playing short stop and my only ability as a hitter, being able to drop down a great bunt.
Not sure where all the time went, but I know I’m blessed to be able to go out and play catch with Ben…and him so deeply engrossed in learning the nuances of the game. After about an hour of throwing, I said to him: “You’d do this all night, wouldn’t you?” His response was simple and to the point: “Yes” He sure got the baseball gene from his dad Chris and from his Zaida Chuck…
I spoke earlier in the week about those “moments” in life that fill your heart with joy…that answer the question: “what’s it all about?” Well, for one hour yesterday the answer was right in front of me…the sheer joy of playing catch with Ben, that’s what it’s all about!!