I took my son to a Doyer game. We went and joined his school crowd. At one point bought some hot dogs and lots of unhealthy snacks and then it made sense why I ain’t getting my figure back.
We both stayed past our bedtime and just before I went to sleep I felt some guilt of having consume 10s of hundreds of calories so late in the evening. Finally at one point I headed off to dreamland.
It was much later in the evening, I think, I returned back to Dodger Stadium. The crowd was much bigger than I remember and now I stood on the actual field with busy people zipping around me, the flood lights starting to kick on and a clock counting down to something. Then a pretty young Latina woman came at me with a microphone in her hand. My instinct to turn on a smile and face the camera towed behind her sparked. I couldn’t understand her words but somehow I understood that a big honor was being bestowed upon me and then she handed me a pristine white ball with red stitching all around me.
Time passed and now I was on the pitcher’s mound. The crowd was roaring me on and I psyched myself and body to toss that first pitch as hard as possible.
All a sudden one person in the crowd of thousands started to snicker. Then another and then a few dozen. The dozen laughs caused a reaction and now hundreds of people we laughing and pointing. They were pointing at me.
The night had turned cold and I looked down at my outfit and I now stood in my just underwear in front of thousands of people. My skinny legs were showing the big screens at the stadium and it dawned on me there were to somewhere in Television sets around the country. All over the world people laughing at me. I could hear them.
My body jolted and I woke up in a sweat. My heart was still beating hard and it took me a second to get my bearings. Once the panicked subsided I took a second to go check in on my still sleeping boy.
He seemed called and happy in dreamland. Or was he?
