I am participating in the NaBloPoMo challenge for May. It should be a fun one. It is titled: Play.
Todays topic is: what is the last game you played?
I haven’t had the privilege, or the curse depending on how you look at it, for the last couple weeks of hanging out with another human being. I am up in Tok, Alaska watching my friends pack of Iditarod sled dogs while he is on a school tour on the east coast.
I am just glad my name is not Jack because it has been all work and no play. You know what that means?
Jack can be a dull boy!
So in the sprit of the theme, I guess the last game I played was catch with my daughter, Nicole, a couple weeks ago.
As I have said in previous posts, Nicole is turning out to be a pretty good little catcher on her high school softball team. She starts for the junior varsity team and is the back-up catcher on the varsity team. As a freshman!
Back to the game of catch. It had been a while since we have played catch together. Several years in fact. She took a two year hiatus from softball to play lacrosse–I taught her how to play that too.
But as soon as we started throwing the ball around she started talking about the way you used to play catch.
“Don’t let anything by you, Nicole!” she said. And,
“Catch the ball Nicole or you are walking home!”
I may have mentioned that I am very competitive and it has rubbed off on my kids. I am sure some of you are saying–man, what is up with this guy? Give you kids a break, dude.
To the contrary. Nicole is glad I forced her to try her best. She is glad I was hard on her in sports.
Why? Because she is playing varsity softball. As a freshman.
Enough said.
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Robert Forto is mushin’ down a dream in the wilds of Alaska. He and is wife are raising two teenagers at Forto’s Fort.
