6-6-3

From reading Chronicles and that Paramedic book that Phill lent me, I need to write this. I don't know why, I just sort of feel compelled. It's nothing particularly special, and it's short, so you're allowed to skip it if you'd like.

I don't remember when it was, how old I was, who we were playing, or any other such detail. All I remember was that it was over too quickly. There was a runner on first and I drew a walk. First and second with no outs. The ball left the pitcher's hand and we both took leads. I was all sorts of set to steal second because stealing (and drawing walks) was what I did best. No one threw me out. EVER. But that wasn't the case that time. A liner was ripped over the head of the shortstop; I gunned it. I was gonna make it home on this one... or so I thought. The shortstop jumped, and with the ball in her glove, landed right on second base. For the fleeting moment between the second and third outs, I was caught like a deer in headlights. I absolutely froze. Not that if I had moved, my efforts would have been successful. I only had to dart back to first before the ball got there, but I was so entranced by that girl's athletic leap, I stayed rooted to the spot, as though a four-and-a-half-foot tree had sprouted in the dusty orange infield. She flipped the ball to first and I was done. The only triple play I've seen in my entire life, and I had to go and make the third out. Six. Six. Three.

New TGS. Wheee! And just to prove how nerdy I am, it's an isosceles breadpazoid of pizza. I think I just levelled up again. I mean, the fact that I know how to spell isosceles should do it. XD

Quick! While it's still Inauguration Day! (Well I thought it was funny.)