Which meant I walked into the guy on the bike.
I was at softball, and we were facing the Treasure Hunters. However, since my parents decidedly arrived half an hour early, (and stayed!) Gerald and I were squatting on the grass waiting for something to happen. Then, something DID happen.
A guy, clumsily on a bike with colours which were clearly screaming to be put out of their misery happened by. Immediately I discreetly nudged Gearald.
"Hey man, that guy: he looks like Alan. But don't stare him..just glance.'
Immediately I gave him an example of what he should do: a casual glance, turning my head, while scratching my chin.
Immediately he got up, pointed to the guy and said to me, "What THAT guy?!!"
Immediately I got up and walked in the opposite direction of Gerald.
Which meant I walked into the guy on the bike.
Wow. Up close, he DID look like Alan. I straightened my slender, fragile frame, and strolled back to Gerald, who, by this time, was totally ignoring me.
I yawned, and caught a glimpse of another guy. Who happened to look like Alan as well! I was shocked!
"What is this, an Alan convention or something??" I sputtered, while desperately grabbing Gerald's shoulder to show him.
"An Alan convention?!" Gerald regarded me incredulously.
"Yeaah! Look at that guy! That makes 2 whole people that look like Aan!" I fairly screamed. "Look at him!"
As he got closer, I commented, "Oh wait. That IS Alan."
Finally, the embarassment subsided, as I lined up to learn my position for the game.
Silas, our illustriously cool captain: "..and Matt, you be..er..catcher."
As I man-fully took my place behind the plate, I was reminded of the english project we did, where we had to make a sentance with our names in it and every word had to start with the same letter.
I was reminded of the class laughing at me.
I was reminded that I was Matt, who Manly Menstruated Majorly Macholy.
Gabriel comfirmed my analysis loudly, as he declared, "Matt, why are you catcher?"
I turned to him, with confidence, and said, "Because: Maggie isn't here!"
Gabriel turned to Kyle, nodded, and said, "Orr..maybe he SUCKS."
Kyle nodded, and gave me the thumbs up.
I nodded, and turned to the game, where a pitch nearly beaned me on the head. It whizzed by my head, and hit the fence. I waited, knowing that the Ref. would have another ball, like in baseball.
Thirty seconds and thirty litres of sweat later, i realized that there was only ONE game ball.
I looked back at the ball, which was ironically (and enragingly) beside Gabriel, who was grinning at me, while Kyle did that THWAK THWAK THWAK thing with his fingers.
I sighed. It was going to be a long game.
A guy, clumsily on a bike with colours which were clearly screaming to be put out of their misery happened by. Immediately I discreetly nudged Gearald.
"Hey man, that guy: he looks like Alan. But don't stare him..just glance.'
Immediately I gave him an example of what he should do: a casual glance, turning my head, while scratching my chin.
Immediately he got up, pointed to the guy and said to me, "What THAT guy?!!"
Immediately I got up and walked in the opposite direction of Gerald.
Which meant I walked into the guy on the bike.
Wow. Up close, he DID look like Alan. I straightened my slender, fragile frame, and strolled back to Gerald, who, by this time, was totally ignoring me.
I yawned, and caught a glimpse of another guy. Who happened to look like Alan as well! I was shocked!
"What is this, an Alan convention or something??" I sputtered, while desperately grabbing Gerald's shoulder to show him.
"An Alan convention?!" Gerald regarded me incredulously.
"Yeaah! Look at that guy! That makes 2 whole people that look like Aan!" I fairly screamed. "Look at him!"
As he got closer, I commented, "Oh wait. That IS Alan."
Finally, the embarassment subsided, as I lined up to learn my position for the game.
Silas, our illustriously cool captain: "..and Matt, you be..er..catcher."
As I man-fully took my place behind the plate, I was reminded of the english project we did, where we had to make a sentance with our names in it and every word had to start with the same letter.
I was reminded of the class laughing at me.
I was reminded that I was Matt, who Manly Menstruated Majorly Macholy.
Gabriel comfirmed my analysis loudly, as he declared, "Matt, why are you catcher?"
I turned to him, with confidence, and said, "Because: Maggie isn't here!"
Gabriel turned to Kyle, nodded, and said, "Orr..maybe he SUCKS."
Kyle nodded, and gave me the thumbs up.
I nodded, and turned to the game, where a pitch nearly beaned me on the head. It whizzed by my head, and hit the fence. I waited, knowing that the Ref. would have another ball, like in baseball.
Thirty seconds and thirty litres of sweat later, i realized that there was only ONE game ball.
I looked back at the ball, which was ironically (and enragingly) beside Gabriel, who was grinning at me, while Kyle did that THWAK THWAK THWAK thing with his fingers.
I sighed. It was going to be a long game.
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