Thursday, April 2, 2015

Lay off the high ones. I like the high ones.

A couple weeks ago at about dusk, Jay and I had a dog park date with Chandler. As we arrived at the park and unleashed him so he could sniff to his heart's content, I stood against the fence and witnessed a twenty-something girl in the pen with her German Shorthaired Pointer. At first glance it looked like they were just playing fetch but as I began to watch them, I noticed something a little different about this game: The girl couldn't throw.

I'm not saying she couldn't throw as well as Tom Brady. Or John Elway. Or Aroldis Chapman. I'm saying that she couldn't throw the ball at all. Every single time she tried, it landed a mere 2-3 feet in front of her to which she would sigh and then resort to an underhand toss across the gravel. Fortunately, her pup didn't seem to mind as evidenced when he repeatedly darted off in the ball's wake with his tongue flapping in the wind behind him. But man, that poor girl.

I have a pretty good arm. Not a zzzommmmgamazing arm. But pretty dang good. And that is largely because in the summer growing-up, either while dinner sizzled or when the dishwasher was being loaded after a meal, my Dad and I would retreat to the street (ooo, that rhymed - "TM") with a football or baseball mitts and play catch over and over and over again. It's largely one of my favorite memories with my Dad and was a foolproof way to share in conversation. And teach me to push myself. And show me that I'm allowed to be tough. And I dig that.
^In the middle of a football game with my Dad at Cannon Beach.

Seeing that poor girl try to throw a ball to no avail made me realize the importance of thanking your parents for what they did right (I mean ... we're all pretty good at verbalizing what they did wrong so it's the least we can do) and for ensuring that you pay that forward to others as you get older. I hope my future girls are tough. I hope they take pride in some muscle. I hope they realize the physical strength they possess. I hope they know sports weren't made for their gender as merely a spectator sport.

And for the love of God: I hope they can throw a d*mn ball.

12 comments:

PorkStar said...

haaaaaa!!
Sorry i had to laugh at your description of the girl throwing the ball. I wish you'd have recorded it. I'm sure it would have become a meme in no time, haha.

I love the ending of your post and I'm all for girl power too. Definitely hope my future daughter (s) will be all kick ass and shit.

Also something wanky about your blog, whenever I'm writing a comment, the page seems to refresh every so often and if i haven't finished typing, it's going to erase the whole damn thing. I thought it was in my computer at home but I'm on another machine now and it keeps doing the same thing. Just FYI... and oh, i'm still first commenter, yay!

Pat Hatt said...

lmao wow that is pretty sad. You'd think at least 10 feet anyone could throw. My eight year old cousin can throw harder and farther than her, I have the dodgeball bruises to prove it lol

Miss Caitlin S. said...

You know, I just switched so that I could 'reply' to comments I wonder if that is it. I know what you're talking about as I've had that frustration on other blogs too... so usually I give it a minute to load. I didn't know mine was doing that. Thanks for telling me.

lol, I wanted to record it but I have a policy about not being rude like that. I just was so perplexed.

Miss Caitlin S. said...

ha, I don't doubt it!!! It was pretty crazy. I've only ever seen two girls in my life who couldn't throw to that level.

Jax said...

Lol!!! Well, I might not be able to hit a can, but I could definitely throw a ball for than two or three feet. It sounds to me like the poor girl needs to learn the difference between throwing a ball and dropping it.

SMD @ lifeaccordingtosteph said...

Here's to strong girls!

Miss Caitlin S. said...

haha yeah :( I felt like she needed to have a Sandlot teaching moment!

Miss Caitlin S. said...

Woot!

Stevie Hanna said...

First off, I LOVE your blog! It's beautifully made! Secondly, I couldn't help but laugh when I read this post. When I was 18 my boyfriend at the time wanted me to play recreation adult softball. I had never played and when I tried to throw the ball it was the same picture you painted of that poor girl! But I practiced, and practiced and eventually, I became a descent softball player! To TOUGH girls!

Miss Caitlin S. said...

hahah, aw! That's so funny- good for you!!!

and thank you!!!!

Kara said...

True story: very early in our relationship, Ryan asked me if I could catch a ball. I was like, what?! He has a sister who isn't super athletic and would get irritated with her trying to play catch, etc growing up, so he said he didn't want to date someone who couldn't catch, haha! My dad raised me like yours - soccer, catch, football, badminton, raquetball, you name it - and so Ryan will happily acknowledge that not only can I catch a ball, I can throw it too :)

Miss Caitlin S. said...

@Kara- hhah, how cute!!! Important things to establish when you start dating: "Do you want kids?" "What religion are you?" "Can you throw??"