It was wiffle ball day in gym. If you don’t know what that is, it’s like baseball, only with shittier equipment. If you don’t know what baseball is, I can’t help you much. The only actual sport I kind of pretend to watch is football, and that’s only because they wear tight clothes.
How I Caught the Wiffle Ball and Won the Game
It was my first day at a new school in the third grade. My mom moved us in with a guy she’d met really quickly. I hadn’t had time to get to know that many people. Of the teammates I do remember, there was a big girl with a blonde ponytail, a hyper blonde boy with glasses, and the quiet kid whose public-facing gender identity at that time currently escapes me. I don’t remember much about the game that day, or anyone really, but I do remember catching the winning out with my index finger, my head tucked under my arms, my hand held high. First, my hyper friend raised his hands and yelled, then everyone cheered, even the opposing team. I don’t they understood the game any more than I did.
The gym teacher was a skinny white-haired lady who wore khaki shorts and white tennis shoes. She said, “That’s the neatest thing I’ve ever seen.” The big girl screamed “yes” and threw her glove down. The quiet kid didn’t say anything, they just helped the gym teacher pick up the equipment scattered throughout the field. I helped. About a week later, my mom and I moved again.
I can still remember how the wiffle ball felt around my fingertip, spinning up and down and all around until it came to a stop and hung over my fingernail, which needed cut. It’s hard to describe, but it felt like winning.
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