A Final Word
The author of this exhibit would be remiss if he didn’t acknowledge the hard work and support of those who made this a possibility, particularly Anne Ostendarp, Peter Sonski, Brian Caulfield, David Naglieri, John Horne from the Baseball Hall of Fame, Ray McKenna from Catholic Athletes for Christ as well as the K of C web-publishing team. This was a massive undertaking, and I couldn’t have completed this without all of you. I would also be remiss if I didn’t thank the audience who has explored the exhibit, shared their thoughts, and encouraged me along the way.
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A man clutches a baseball in his left hand. (Spirit Juice Studios)
But if I am to thank one person in my life for inspiring me down this path, it would be my father.
As you have seen, fatherhood was a major theme in this chapter of the exhibit — with Knights recalling tales of their own fathers and how they introduced their children to the game. I have a similar story: My dad taught me the game early on in life. We played catch together, watched the New York Yankees (sometimes late at night when I knew it was past my bedtime), and talked about the sport and its history. I also remember the day he signed me up for Little League, the times he attended my games after a long day at work (he always sat out behind the center field fence), and, when I was in a slump in 8th grade, he showed me a few pointers so that I not only broke it, but went 3-for-3 the following game. It did make me believe that he was actually the home run king in the Bronx when he was a kid, as he told my siblings and me.
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My dad showing his pitching routine during our 2015 visit to the National Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, N.Y. (Andy Fowler)
You see, baseball is a generational sport — passed down from fathers to sons. Throughout my time in the Knights of Columbus, I’ve seen a similar generational passing of the torch, passing of the Order’s mission, passing of the faith. It’s happened in my own life with my dad imparting the faith to me. During a time when fatherhood is not only challenged, but, frankly, increasingly more absent in the lives of children, what future can we expect but a decline in civic duty, fraternity and spirituality? As Supreme Knight Patrick Kelly has alluded to throughout his tenure, children need present and engaged fathers to exhibit servant leadership but, more importantly, to show faith in action.
And simple actions go a long way. What better, simpler way to be engaged in a child’s life than taking a few moments out of the day and playing catch? For me, those are memories I’ll cherish about my father — those times spent with him, talking about life and learning from him. And I know I’m not alone.
That’s the power of baseball: It’s a tool for fatherhood and, through Father McGivney’s intercession, may it continue to be so for generations to come.
Love you dad,
Andy