On the evening of
the annual “Field of Dreams” game,
I always tear up when I remember
Kevin Costner asking in the film,
“Hey, Dad, you wanna have a catch?”
My father, European by birth,
had a hard time understanding
American culture, much less
American sports, preferring instead
to devote his leisure time
to writing and study.
I discovered basketball and football
on my own, but they were
poor substitutes for a relationship
not cemented by baseball.
I am still Kevin Costner looking to play catch.
My father never played catch with me.
My father never played catch with me.