Before I could help myself up, I felt two different hands pulling me up by my arms. Julian and Mahki were also tracking the fly ball so they were close by. They reached me first and pulled me to my feet.
"You okay, kid?" Julian asked.
I opened my glove to make sure the ball was still safely in there. "Yea, I'm good."
Mahki laughed. "You just wanted to make the catch more dramatic, huh?"
I blushed. Then I remembered Noah's advice to just laugh it off. So I tried smiling as I threw the ball to the mound. "I made the catch."
"That, you did!" Julian hit the bill of my cap down so it covered my eyes.
I fixed it and followed everyone back to the dugout. Some of the guys laughed and made jokes as I passed them by.
I tried to see the humor in embarrassing myself like that, but the most I could do was share a smile. At least, up to the point where I ran into Kyle.
My six-year-old nephew, moving a basket full of dirty clothes. “Hey, do you think I look like a superhero? Because I feel like one!”