Chapter 25: Collision At the Plate
Brain: Oh goodie! Softball has started!
Body: Oh goodie.
Brain: Hey, now, some more excitement, please? We get to play catcher tonight.
Eyes: Yes, positioning ourself right in that great big puddle over there, right?
Brain: Well, now, that will just make it nice and cushy in case we fall.
Butt: No, no. There better not be any falling.
Brain: Come on. We're better than that.
Common Sense: Hmm. I've just been put on alert. I can only imagine why…
Eyes: Well, it looks like the grounds crew is trying to get the puddles under control so we can play.
Common Sense: Grounds crew? Those are just some of our more eager teammates. Maybe we shouldn't play on this field.
Brain: Ha! We have the people, so we'll have the game.
Eyes: Take note. Some of that dry dirt used to fill the puddles came from over by the backstop. Looks like a bit of a hole in that area.
Common Sense: Everyone got that? Watch the hole.
Brain: Play ball!
Common Sense: Brain? You heard that, right?
Brain: Hole. Right. Got it.
Stomach: Why do I not have a good feeling here?
Knees: Alright, lets go get this over with.
** Three batters into the game…**
Mouth: "Runner coming home! Bring it in!"
Brain: Ball coming… too high… must adjust to get the out…
Hands: We're up as high as can be, still can't get it!
Feet: Backing up…
Subconscious: Hey, there's something we needed to remember about backing up around here. Wanna know what it was?
Brain: No! Shut up, we don't have time for you. Gotta get that… whoa!
Feet: Hey, shouldn't we still be on the ground?
Hands: And we really should not be…
Bones in the Wrist: Wow, and we're really not in the right place.
Blood: Hey! Looks like we're needed again. Everyone, head to the left wrist.
Pain Sensors: What? What? Should we be on?
Adrenaline: Nah, I've got you covered for now.
Pain Sensors: Okay, good. We'll take it easy for now.
Common Sense: Don't go too far.
Brain: So, what happened here?
Feet: Well, seems there was this hole…
Brain: A hole, oh yeah. I remember something about that now.
Common Sense: See? One of these days you're going to need to listen to me. But really, that was more than just a fall.
Body: Yeah, we had some help getting to the ground from that runner.
Brain: Aha! Not all my fault!
Common Sense: Okay. Fine. I'll give you that. You're only half stupid.
Brain: Yes! At least I won something.
Ears: Hey, the ump called the runner out.
Brain: It was worth it. Victory!
Body: Oh goodie.
Brain: Hey, now, some more excitement, please? We get to play catcher tonight.
Eyes: Yes, positioning ourself right in that great big puddle over there, right?
Brain: Well, now, that will just make it nice and cushy in case we fall.
Butt: No, no. There better not be any falling.
Brain: Come on. We're better than that.
Common Sense: Hmm. I've just been put on alert. I can only imagine why…
Eyes: Well, it looks like the grounds crew is trying to get the puddles under control so we can play.
Common Sense: Grounds crew? Those are just some of our more eager teammates. Maybe we shouldn't play on this field.
Brain: Ha! We have the people, so we'll have the game.
Eyes: Take note. Some of that dry dirt used to fill the puddles came from over by the backstop. Looks like a bit of a hole in that area.
Common Sense: Everyone got that? Watch the hole.
Brain: Play ball!
Common Sense: Brain? You heard that, right?
Brain: Hole. Right. Got it.
Stomach: Why do I not have a good feeling here?
Knees: Alright, lets go get this over with.
** Three batters into the game…**
Mouth: "Runner coming home! Bring it in!"
Brain: Ball coming… too high… must adjust to get the out…
Hands: We're up as high as can be, still can't get it!
Feet: Backing up…
Subconscious: Hey, there's something we needed to remember about backing up around here. Wanna know what it was?
Brain: No! Shut up, we don't have time for you. Gotta get that… whoa!
Feet: Hey, shouldn't we still be on the ground?
Hands: And we really should not be…
Bones in the Wrist: Wow, and we're really not in the right place.
Blood: Hey! Looks like we're needed again. Everyone, head to the left wrist.
Pain Sensors: What? What? Should we be on?
Adrenaline: Nah, I've got you covered for now.
Pain Sensors: Okay, good. We'll take it easy for now.
Common Sense: Don't go too far.
Brain: So, what happened here?
Feet: Well, seems there was this hole…
Brain: A hole, oh yeah. I remember something about that now.
Common Sense: See? One of these days you're going to need to listen to me. But really, that was more than just a fall.
Body: Yeah, we had some help getting to the ground from that runner.
Brain: Aha! Not all my fault!
Common Sense: Okay. Fine. I'll give you that. You're only half stupid.
Brain: Yes! At least I won something.
Ears: Hey, the ump called the runner out.
Brain: It was worth it. Victory!
