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From Mexican jungles to the small-town gridirons of Ohio, from medieval villages and royal courts to modern soccer pitches and baseball parks, The Ball by John Fox explores the little known origins of our favorite sports, and how a simple invention like the ball has come through time to stake an unrivaled claim on our passions, our money, and our lives.
This I Know To Be True...Sport and play are common human denominators and equalizers. No matter where you go in the world - regardless of socioeconomic, political or religious system - we ALL PLAY + we ALL SPEAK BALL. Stories abound about the use of sport and play as social innovation tools versus foes of the human condition - HIV/AIDS, gender equity, social inclusion, homelessness, literacy, natural disaster, conflict and many others. Sport and play are ever-present throughout our world and there are human catalysts who utilize it to inspire change and action.
The Ball provides more literary proof that play is serious business!
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Every Father’s Day, I love recalling the catalytic impact that Preston Playground had on my life so, annually on Father’s Day I like to reprise my Ode to Preston Playground (circa 2008) blogpost - a significant play, sports and man-making locale for me in my formative years. Happy Father’s Day - Preston Playground!
My father was gone by my 3rd birthday—never to return. He left no memories of a stern voice, or comforting touch, “a smell-good” scent, or that weary and pride-filled look of “I’m workin’ my behind off for this family.” I have no memories of nurturing or endearing moments, and no “go git your glove boy & let’s head out back” images to reflect on either. I don’t have one picture of my father anywhere. I don’t have a single snapshot of our family together or of him holding his sons in a bear hug. Read More…