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I want to punch Kevin Costner in the face

It happens every time. Every freakin’ time!

And like a moth drawn to a bright porch light, I get sucked in every time.

I speak of the movie “Field of Dreams.” No matter how hard I try, I cannot not watch that movie, regardless of when it is on.

"Field of Dreams" starring Kevin Costner, Amy Madigan, James Earl Jones and Burt Lancaster. (1989)

“Field of Dreams” starring Kevin Costner, Amy Madigan, James Earl Jones and Burt Lancaster. (1989)

I usually pick it up around the Moonlight Graham scene. Ray Kinsella and Terrance Mann roll into Minnesota only to find that Doc Graham has been dead for years. Then Kinsella takes a stroll in the moonlight and off we go.

The sad part is, I know it’s coming. I’m at the point now where I start crying when Kinsella’s brother-in-law Mark shows up to demand that the farm be sold to his partnership group. I cry as they argue and bawl when Mann (aka James Earl Jones) does his baseball monologue.

But it’s like someone has strapped me into my chair. It’s like the best torture a guy could have. Well, almost.

Every time it gets to the end where Kinsella sees and talks to his father, I lose it. And when Costner’s Kinsella asks his father, “Hey dad, wanna have a catch?” I could fill a swimming pool.

The whole thing makes me remember the few times my dad and I played catch. By the time that was happening I was 16 and pretty much in my athletic prime. My dad, on the other hand, was nearing his 60s and my soft tosses hurt the hand inside his glove.

We got to share very few of those times.

It also reminds me of my son Zachary, who played a few years of youth league baseball in Redlands before my ex-wife and I divorced. She got custody and he lost interest. And now it appears that the opportunity to “have a catch” as gone by the wayside. I’m afraid that even if he did ask today, I’d get hit in the face by the ball as I’d be unable to see through the tears.

Much like the issue I’m having just writing this post.

I wanted to write this to urge everyone, especially those with kids, to cherish every moment you have with your children. The moments come in bunches when they are with you, and seem like miles away as the years go by. Do not let them slip away.

I’d give anything in the world to be chasing a ball down the street because of one of Zach’s misguided throws as a kid right now.

Absolutely anything.

And so one day if you hear I’ve been incarcerated for some reason, but you don’t why, just assume that I somehow ran into Mr. Costner and dotted his eye. And before the police got there I likely helped him up, shook his hand and thanked him for a truly wonderful movie.

And then I punched him again.

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