My first resolution of 2018 is to play golf with Dad at least once a month. With only a week remaining in January, we’re starting to cut it close for the first round of the year. A few of my clubs, however, desperately need new grips before they can be used effectively and Dad agreed to do the necessary repair work. This morning, I took the new grips to Dad and we watched The Battered Bastards of Baseball together while I rode his indoor bike.
I once got in trouble for saying that word. I was in the third grade playing a computer chess game when the computer surprised me and took my queen. When Dad asked why I said it I told him. “Well, that’s a pretty valid reason. But don’t say it at school.”
I absolutely loved the documentary. Pure baseball inspiration of a group of misfits who loved the game and found ways to keep playing. I might have to track down a Portland Mavericks hat or t-shirt or jersey.
Robert’s in town this week for work and our conversation picked up from whenever we were last together. I first met Robert when I was on staff at a church in the suburbs of Kansas City. The church was pretty much a ragtag gathering of misfits who had a good time together trying to make new friends as we struggled to follow Jesus. Robert was in my small group and also volunteered with the youth group. Over the years, we rode roller coasters at Worlds of Fun and went to multiple Royals games together. Robert is one of those genuine people who accepts people just as they are, who makes all misfits feel welcome and normal. (That’s supposed to be a compliment. I sure hope it comes across that way.)
We ate Springfield Cashew Chicken, scoffed at fortune cookie fortunes — “You will grow wealthy in upcoming days” — and talked about church life from current days to years past.
With bellies full and wind chill again below freezing on this grey, cloud-covered day, Robert and I played catch on an open field near his work, then rushed inside to warm up fingers.
Like the Portland Mavericks, the church I used to work at is no longer in existence. But I’m thankful for the seasons of life we shared together and the friendships that continue.
