Ralph

I missed the fly ball out to me because I was standing there smelling my glove.

Everyone was yelling my name and I took the glove away from my face and there was the ball coming down about ten feet away. I could have caught it easy if I saw it right off instead of standing there smelling my glove.

So instead of being an out, the third out, inning over, the guy ends up on second base, while the guy on third trots in with the tying run. Then the batter after that gets a hit and the guy on second scores. So now we’re losing because of me smelling my glove.

The next guy grounded out and we all went in to bat. Nobody said anything. They didn’t have to. I knew what they were thinking:

—Nice going, Ralph.

—Way to help the team.

—No wonder your father drinks so much.