Inspiration
operates on her own timetable. She demands determined faithfulness to one’s
craft, whatever that craft may be — writing, art, music, or any other
worthwhile activity under the sun. Inspiration also has a mischievous sense of
humor whispering late at night and early in the morning and almost always in
the middle of my pastor’s sermon.
For
Christmas of 2017, my youngest daughter gave me a baseball. On this baseball,
carefully handwritten, were the words, “Dad, Wanna play catch?”
I
grew up playing catch with my dad. From second grade through age 16, the pop of
leather and feeling of the seams beneath my fingertips provided the foundation
for our relationship. My skills peaked as a benchwarmer for the junior varsity
team of Kickapoo High School, but my love for the game has only increased in
the decades since.
I
love playing catch. I love everything it represents and teaches about life.
Cooperation above competition. Establishing a relationship of trust. Freedom
from technology. Focus on life in the present tense. Playing catch engages all
the senses and delights the soul and leaves you with sore muscles and funny tan
lines. As G. K. Chesterton said, “The true object of all human life is play.
Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground.”
On
January 1, with the wind chill at 1 degree, Sophie and I put on a half dozen
layers and went to the field to play catch. There were no real rules, although
we stayed until each of us threw the ball 30 times. My hand wouldn’t fit inside
my favorite glove with a glove underneath, so I felt the full effects of the
temperature on my bare hands. That afternoon, just a couple degrees warmer, I
stepped into the backyard with my oldest daughter Kaylea for my second game of
catch on the first day of the year.
And
then Inspiration whispered. Why not play
catch every day for an entire year?
No
one ever said anything about inspiration making sense.
Two
of my mantras are “Baseball brings people together,” and “Baseball tells the
best stories.” Playing catch every day felt like a natural way to truly test
those mantras. Ten-year old me couldn’t wait to get started. Forty-three year
old me worried about my arm falling off.
Now
six months into this ridiculous catch-playing adventure, I am passionate about
taking risks to reach out and connect with new friends. My family took one
2,000 mile trek throughout the Midwest playing catch and making friends and are
preparing to go on a second one in just a few days. None of this makes much
sense and it definitely doesn’t make any cents, but we are creating epic
memories in the process. From the beauty of the falls in Sioux Falls, South
Dakota to meeting a player from the All American Girls Professional Baseball
League, this is a year defined by play.
Ethan
Bryan is a storyteller whose narratives explore what it means to live a good
story. He is the author of ten books including America at the Seams, a coffee table book that sold more than 2,000
copies in the first month, as well as a couple of children’s picture books.
His
writings earned him an opportunity to speak at the National Baseball Hall of
Fame, an invitation to the White House for the Royals World Series
championship, and endorsements from several former MLB players including Jim
“The Rookie” Morris.
Bald
since the age of six, Ethan knows about overcoming personal obstacles and being
bullied. He also understands the power of hope, persevering through hundreds of
manuscript rejections.
A
major fan of both Dr Pepper and chocolate donuts, Ethan’s catch-playing stories
can be found here: https://whisperedwriting.wordpress.com/.
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