Page 30 Winter 1993-94
BY
GARRET MATHEWS
Earlier
this year I became interested in juggling. I hung around a
couple of
It
was slow going. I've lost track of the times I had to crawl
under the furniture to retrieve a ball. There are black marks on
the living room wall from the night I foolishly thought I was
ready to graduate from tennis balls to baseballs. There is at
least
Then
one night it came to me. I tossed three balls. I caught three
balls. Edison had his big moment with the light bulb. I had mine
at 9:15 on a Tuesday with a can of bright yellow Wilsons.
Since
then I have learned several variations on the three-ball theme.
I can cross my hands without losing the pattern. If
These
tricks are minor-league stuff. Seasoned veterans can juggle 11
rings or 10 balls or seven clubs. Several men and women have run
marathons in under four hours while juggling three balls. Some
perform blindfolded. Others mount a unicycle
But
I've had fun with my little achievement. I joined the
International Jugglers Association. I bought a "Catch
This" tshirt from a couple of jugglers in Florida. I
ordered beanbags from a place that sells juggling supplies.
I
practice almost every night. First, clubs. Then beanbags. Then
things. It's the things that led to my first public performance.
It was on Monday and was pretty lousy, but I'm going to tell you
about it anyway.
Before
I can do that, you need to know about this guy I met who's a
wonderful juggler. Arn Ward can juggle torches and machetes. He
can bounce six balls on the floor and keep the pattern going. He
can juggle five rings and catch them on his neck.
Arn
has come to the house several times in the role of a teacher. We
get in the side yard and toss stuff. I'm sure we look silly.
During
one of his visits last month, Arn told me he had been invited to
perform at the mall during the Labor Day telethon for the
Muscular Dystrophy Association. He asked if I wanted to go on
stage with him. The gig was no big deal to Arn. He's juggled in
front of audiences many times and even been paid for it.
For
me, the concept was brand new. I have never played a guitar in
front of people. Or sang. Or danced. Or told jokes. For one
reason, I have absolutely no aptitude at the entertainment arts.
And even if I did, I'd be too scared to walk on stage.
I've
played ball, but that's different because you're a member of a
team. I've delivered some rambling remarks that could be
interpreted as a speech, but that's different because it's not a
performance.
Because
I believe in confronting my demons - well, some of the time - I
agreed to
make my first foray into the world of show business. I knew that
my limited repertoire of three beanbag tricks would soon result
in yawns, so I decided to go for the bizarre. The tossing of
"things." A basketball, a football and a tennis ball.
A cup, a spoon and an apple. A club, a hat and a shoe. And the
grand finale: a five-pound weight, a basketball and a golf ball.
My
idea was to go from Assortment A to Assortment D as quickly as
possible and turn the show over to Am. I figured if the audience
didn't applaud my skill, they'd at least clap in polite
appreciation that none of my stuff fell on them.
For
two weeks before the show, I put the items in piles on the living
room floor and practiced their flight patterns. It was hard to
have a lot of confidence. If I was sharp with the hand weight, I'd
drop the spoon. If I nailed the shoe, I'd squish the apple.
Am
and I were scheduled. to go on after a bunch of boot-scooters. I
was nervous not only about keeping the four assortments aloft but
about how I would go over. Would folks who just got through
watching men and women dance to an Alan Jackson tape give a hoot
about a guy in a "Catch This" tshirt who juggles
household items?
I
intended to set a low expectation level by telling the audience I
am a raw rookie and that raw rookies make frequent drops an that
it's not good manners to boo.
But
no. The music was too loud to make myself heard. There was nothing
to do but go out there with my piles. A cold opening, I believe
it's called in show biz slang.
I
did OK with Assortments A and B, even ending with a small amount
of flair. Then I dropped the cup in Assortment C. And instead of
making a flawless finish with Assortment D, I dropped the
basketball and then the golf ball. The only good thing was that
they didn't go under the furniture.
There
was a smattering of applause. A
All
drops considered, my stage debut could have been worse. I could
have played the guitar.
Garret
Mathews is a columnist
for the Evansville Courier in Illinois. |