Thoughts and a Song Before Father’s Day

I’m sitting at home listening to an old Bob Bennett record. (Yes, Record! on a turntable). Bennett had/has a silky smooth voice and way with words coupled with a sentimental heart and gift for telling stories that are deeper than anyone expected when he stepped onto a stage with a guitar and a small band.

The song that seems perfect for Father’s Day and the start of the summer is on side 2 of the album and titled A Song About Baseball.

Saturdays on the baseball field
And me afraid of the ball
Just another kid on Camera Day 
When the Angels still played in L.A.
I was smiling in living black and white

Baseball caps and bubble gum
“I think there’s a hole in my glove . . .”
Three and two, life and death
I was swinging with eyes closed holding my breath 
I was dying on my way to the bench

But none of it mattered after the game
When my father would find me and call out my name
A soft drink a snow-cone a candy bar
A limousine ride in the family car
He loved me . . . no matter how I played . . .

But none of it mattered after the game
When my father would find me and call out my name
Dreaming of glory the next time out
My father showed me what love is about
He loved me . . . no matter how I played . . .

But none of it mattered after the game
When my father would find me and call out my name.

Dad’s, never underestimate the power of your love for your children.

I found a youtube video of Bob, a bit older than his heyday, a bit heavier, like most of us and post heart surgery. No band behind him, just Bob telling the story of being loved by his father. 


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