The Tao of Catch:
Laughter
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heidi jo walters
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| Johnboy, I can only tell you why I played catch as a
kid. I
didn't do it too often, because it did get boring. But when I did -- and with a
tennis ball, not baseball and glove -- here's what I got out of it: One, the
pure physical enjoyment of the motion -- hand-eye coordination games made me
feel good. And it _was_ Zen-like, although I usually ruined this effect by
laughing too much. Two, I loved to play catch with my mom, and only with my
mom, because it was one of the few times I could get her to climb fences and
walk out into the neighbor's pasture with me amongst the cows and do
something silly and laugh. I enjoyed converting her to playmate and making
her laugh. | |
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These days, I don't play catch and I HATE hackey sack: standing in a
dumb circle, staring at everybody's shoes, knocking around a little beanbag.
I never did have that team spirit.
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| But the funny thing is, since spring came, the
streets in town are
filled each evening with fathers-as-coaches throwing baseballs to little
boys wearing huge mitts (I haven't seen females involved yet, and I'm not
sure why). If this had been the nature of my experience with catch as a kid,
I would have loathed it, too.
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