The Daily Tannenbaum

I played second base in our kickball game last night. It’s a particularly scary place for me to be, because there’s a good chance that nothing will happen in the second base region for three straight innings, until, when least expected: fly ball right to second!

Amazingly, I caught that fly ball last night, and then the darnedest thing happened. I had no idea what to do. I was standing there dumbfounded at my luck, disbelieving the fact that me, an uncoordinated dork, got our team an out all on my own. I stood there frozen for so long that I gave the runner on third base ample time to score a home run. Thankfully, he was also dumbfounded at my catch and stayed frozen as well. Eventually, the spell was broken and the noise of the real world reached my ears with the sound of, “throw it to the pitcher!” I did so, and we got our out with no extra runs scored.

After that catch, instead of feeling elated, I got nervous, and stayed in that frozen position for the rest of the inning. Instead of going for the next two pop flies that came my way, I demurred to the outfielder. I just wasn’t sure that I would do the right thing with the ball when I got it. But don’t worry about me, this is kickball. Hopefully, my team forgave me, and I redeemed myself later by busting a move to “Bust a Move” on the dance floor at the bar afterwards.