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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

And she's.... SAFE!

Recently, I was reminded (again!) of something that happened to me years ago... yet, I am still haunted by it to this day.

When S was about 8, she played Coach Pitch Softball. She was the pitcher, when meant that she stood on the pitcher's mound behind the coach that was pitching.

Just as the game was about to start, I realized that THIS is what she looked like: 

Obviously, this was not conducive to good ball playing.
I loudly yelled, "Wait! Hang on a minute!" And took off running for the pitcher's mound to get that mess of hair up in a pony tail. Well, you've heard about the best laid plans? Yeah, that happened.

Half way there, I tripped. And fell. Hard. On my belly/face. And SLID ALL THE WAY TO THE PITCHER'S MOUND! 

As I lay there, trying to decide if I was alright, and everyone around me stood frozen, trying not to laugh if I was really hurt, the little girl that was playing short stop ran over to me, threw her hands out and yelled, "SAFE!"

At that, we all burst out into horse laughs and I jumped up, fixed S's hair, and 'carefully' trotted off the field. 

Needless to say, I'm not the only one that hasn't forgotten that EPIC FAIL. (Yes, I did just use the word 'epic fail'. I guess that proves that there really is a first and last time for everything.)

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